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The wind is howling the whole Wed night
and Thu throughout
so we should thank it to stop others
from coming out to the course
If the world just stopped at the sight of dusk light
it would have been perfect
But the life of wind moves on
the helpless impatience turns up
I am the autumn trunk without leaves
dry and shapeless
I told you i could always paint
all those shapes of branches and twigs
of all kinds
but time and patience might never come
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