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I said good-bye
To her
And flew away
To sough
Where
The colorless
corn fields
run eagerly
into my skin
their growing
yellow
stems-
I met her
Again in
The morning.
I was kissing him
At the twilight
Under the trees,
In the forest,
Beyond the hill,
Turned into
Shadows
Leaves.
