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My house is cloudy but the cloud is on the verge of weeping. In the memory of my bright days that slipped through my fingers,
I cast a look upon my sun on the threshold of the ocean and the entire world is desolated and shattered by the wind and on the road, the piper continues to play his flute,
in this cloud-filled world
Nima Yooshij
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