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Poem	The night is ill The moon nurses Drunken cloud Wanders ahead Wind pretends Great busyness Rain cries his eyes out In a worried night Crowd in your door Doubt if to go: in or out. Far road Moon grants wings to me I collect dry petals of last year’s flowers to bury under them the distance of my longing
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