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Wheels fall innumerably
From the palms of God
Further, waves rise
Play the flute
Rain-wet blue blades of reeds
The sheep expand and contract
The path to an abandoned garden becomes invisible
I wipe the inside of a lamp
And turn the piling butterfly wings
The dagger which did not come in time pierced the moon
And petals incessantly overflowed
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