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A task is moving within
Come and go
But mind is running with exception
Away grew anguish  
The departure turns to a Stone
The likeness of flowers
The sweet love
Moonlit wet night
Beyond everything
Brings a dark of departure

You and me, Our children
Harvest of happiness  
Going days move into the devour
Even that does not agree to
Abide by the truth
Beckoning of an old friend
His departure marks the memory
As if a few black hair within the gray hair

Promiscuous Evenings
Lonely, without any bore
when the certain wave touches
The sea shore
You must try to know
Perhaps subconsciously
What you had left behind
Maybe the losing days of
An unwanted dream
Maybe your first love
Losing a lifelong real friend
As if whose pains exist within
Your long sigh
Lost as the roaming smokes
Of Cigarettes
The rest is a deep wound in the lungs
As the Eclipse builds Cancer
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