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Bouquet of flowers tied up with twine,
plucked for a vase, for days may shine
but petals wilt as tears are wept
and leaves that fall, away are swept

Somewhere across distant plains
rise words that never were exchanged
forgiving rain, oh won’t you fall
let me lover hear my call

Laughing shadow upon my stride,
while I do stumble, you seem to glide
And though I run I can’t escape,
the sun insists you keep your pace

I long to quench a hunger deep
but no desire have I to eat
A ghostlike muse I’m bound to chase,
seems satisfaction I cannot taste

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