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you know how this is

when all the roads mingles
at the edge of the bend
there is no way to go out
the days fall into crash

Again I find you
Think you will come back
So far the evening star
Around others make festival

Every seconds of nature
Then illuminates with moonlit
A long shadow of mountain has come
In front of a large meadow

Every moment grew pale of
what an unconscious thought
Fall down into traverses
Away from dream
between realistic and mystic
up shaking the mind-body

The last math of the time
when matching with passion
paint the portrait of your pale face
A burning cigarette with remaining ashes  
grew end in another hand

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