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						The City's Love by Claude McKay 
						
						For one brief golden moment rare like wine,  The gracious city swept across the line;  Oblivious of the color of my skin,  Forgetting that I was an alien guest,  She bent to me, my hostile heart to win,  Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast;  The great, proud city, seized with a strange love,  Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.						 
						
						
						
						
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