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Waking to ruins
Tell me the meaning of warmth
Shoot the angry cats that once went wise
Before some shysphinx clawed out what marbles
As passed for eyes.
(All now blind.)
This land from which we will soon leave will
Be passed, forgotten, and what a beautiful name
That now feels itself so forlorn?
A letter of wishes still warm
From forgetting,
Will you write me a long letter,… and tell me more?
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