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A grain of sugar to the fasting tongue Or a verse of a long long epic sung A tingling ripple on a stagnant lake A true

gold guinea among all fake Desert dew, gone too very soon A pebble from it for the entire moon The sunset show in a village pond Among peanuts a single almond Short-lived like a morning rainbow An orange tree in savanan meadow In a flash of a shooting star In a note of a flute from far In gloomy evening a moment free Whilst my beloved talked to me

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