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Come in the evening, on the lake.
Together we will watch the sunset.
Some unsung lines have been left on our lips.
Some fractured smiles, and some unwashed tears, on the misty cheeks.
Sadness was stuck in our reddened eyes.
Layer by layer, I want to wipe it.
A song, a reed, I will arrange in a bouquet
in the name of redundant past holding the unblemished time.
Come, when it is dark in the night.
Together, we will watch the moonrise.
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