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LXVII

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you always stand alone beyond the stream of my songs.

the waves of my tunes wash your feet but i know not how to reach them.

this play of mine with you is a play from afar.

it is the pain of separation that melts into melody through my flute.

i wait for the time when your boat crosses over to my shore and you take my flute into your own hands.

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