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New burst of colors came out from the buds at last. Earth turned to Eden.
Oh, crystal raindrops! Shed tears over shadow’s trap. Cry and never stop!
Footprint in the sand – You live, yet your end is near. With wave’s touch, you’re dead.
Shadows of the night – Puppets of the silver moon; Dark forms stalk the land.
Black-form prisoners – They move and live through the light; They hide in the dark.
Old, brown Narra leaf – Falling…Frolicking…Lying… In silence, it rests.