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Misty morning
my lips have the colour of the haze in the trees my flower trembles in the shadows of the sun I resemble this facet of the day tender, slender, childish, and I try to shine like the moon on my window I am very awake today with you in my arms autumn is like a silver knife gently cutting the air between you and me silence reigns above all things your leaving is like the last leaf of the tree sad ultimate without an anchor.
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