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I knew the meaning of tears of joy
With my simple imagination
I entered the rhythm through your eyes
Enjoying the inward pleasure
A sweet flower, wooed by my thought,
Kissed by my soul
Pompous, fragrant, and atypical--
I longed for years with native defects
I darted through an iron gate
Ancient forbidden the garden of lords
Passing the bounds of reason
You--I found the utmost joy of the season
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