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LIMITS.
On sand—loose sand and shifting— On sand—dry sand and drifting— The city grows to the west; Not till its border reaches The ocean-beaten beaches Will it rest. On hills—steep hills and lonely, That stop at cloudland only— The city climbs to the sky; Not till the souls who make it Touch the clear light and take it, Will it die.
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