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love poem

i make my shroud, but no one knows
let us plant
i saw the clouds among the hills
passing through huddled and ugly walls
it was the autumn of the year
long ago, in the young moonlight
the body may confine
thoughts through my head
the air is full of dawn and spring
tell me
happiness
along a river-side
now that i have cooled to you

 



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