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Yellow face from the bright sun.
High above the meadows
There's a glow to the East.
Foam grew dawn fogs,
Like the depth of the bride's eyes.
Spring has come as a wanderer,
With a stick in the bast shoes.
On birch trees in grove shadow
Earrings are ringing hung up
And with the dawn in the garden lilac
Moth fluttered fun.