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When will we meet?

She replied soon

neither her soon came

nor did she

like swallows during the winter

she too did flee.

The swallows are bound to return

but she is free

I yearn her

nevertheless, does she?

No matter what

I hope she’s all full of blissfulness and glee

as for me

I’m just a droplet of water in her immense sea.

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