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Never-sleeping stars are over-riped fruits
waiting for new wind
Beside the sand, beside the water, in the atmosphere
Forming the pure seed and fall?
Taciturn heaven, between the light and darkness.
Alone, you sing love.
As if hinding the shame, the world effaced the past,
even though the moon has seen everything.
The red moon is sobbing, flooding like a
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