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· Parted, Never to Meet Again
Enough, every note of it — I smash the . Think back: yesterday morning, one of rice? Turning, the steps go off toward the screen-hills and do not return; the horse lifts its head to nothing, and the foolish child waits.
Glosses—
screen-hills: hills standing like a folding screen.
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