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![]() ![]() The BranchesThe branches Of the lilacs Have embraced again In the cinnamon Evening, After a fallen rain. The truths again Have lied to each other In the face, Spilled over By the wind, Among a florid plain. The ships Have whispered silently For days Into the hands Of ports About the marble way. The truths again Have lied to each other In the face About the lilacs, And the ivy, About the fallen rain.
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