when the grasses taste the pain
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as the dews mimic the tears of the maiden,
the grasses grab every pain that the clouds showered
and if the sunshine reasons out to rise,
the pain will fly away...
although, with grief...
the grasses will be lonely
for they will wait to taste the tears again
that twinkle like fireflies
they will be sad,
for every dew, the coldness
for every raindrop, the pain...
and for every tear, their growth.
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