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By recluse Date: 2002 Jun 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.17.19.05.8524]] |
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part the flowers for the spring soaked in heavens afterglow strum a beat along these strings of mist trailed in for the flow crystals grow in endless rhythm given tears without flight rainbows stream from empty prism formed of music from this night vanilla crafted of quiet air cinnamon would have broke a sigh gentle lady without compare soul of melody from on high thirst has found of me arid for far too long one has come to free solid locks far too strong of the joining me to thee flowers plenty in the spring winter will bring thee to me memories in endless string |