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THE SUN breaks out from the clouds on the day when I must go.

And the sky gazes upon the earth like God's wonder.

My heart is sad, for it knows not from where comes its call.

Does the breeze bring the whisper of the world which I leave behind with its music of tears melting in the sunny silence? or the breath of the island in the faraway sea basking in the Summer of the unknown flowers?

 

 

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