Who Die As A Japanese
Bridge, as a beautifier.
Worlds lower to upper
Forms of mist, at dying's hour
As serene what transfer.
Its like, he knew! Arching o'er
What had, for streamy floor
As quaintly demure appeared.
For she, crossed with, last saw!
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