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As Before
Some dream muchsome sleep littlesome are hurrying onsome hesitate and do not move
The streetlamp hides among the leavesand my thoughts too are half-coveredthe bamboo cage hung highsways with fingertips brushing the ends of my hair
Sometimes the moon wanessometimes the moon is fullsometimes relentless wind and rainsometimes bright sun and blue sky
If the counting goes back and forth within itand my voice too grows distantthe dark room passed through, stooping lowseeking the truth of the one tender touch