Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air That wears the white stone. The sunlight-filled cistern Of a dry-dock. Square shadows. Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes. Water pressed up by ships` prows Going, coming. City dust turned Back by the sea-wind`s Wall.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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