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20 October 2022

all that lingers on

 under branch and bough       buried in dead leaves     the corpse of summer rotting      beneath the mystery       the earth cries out your name     but you cannot hear     because you have long since gone       the waning sun casts no warmth        your winter coat is covered in frost        but you yourself moved on     beyond the sea of troubles          and all that lingers on       are the memories       and the songs

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