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Who to extract from
rays of this night?
rays of this night?
You?
or
me?
Who will write and take note
The love-melody of
nightfall?
What is the colour of love
In baby lamb words
prancing to escape from the poetry?
what an ocean turns into the grieved river diverged off the life?
Me; The light derived from the question,
Began its song of the late-night this way
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