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You're not by my side
But somewhere...
While around there's thinness of twining cloth.
And how silent is the flying flow!
Tenderness touching your face,
Your lips and lashes.
Your tenderness...
This is white down.
Extremely white.
And when I close my eyes
I sink in it.
But still there's a trouble
To fall on the floor
Like a chilly knife.
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