Sunday, February 7, 2016

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Summer evening, the warmth of the scourging day still stagers in the air
I remember then, I was lying in bed toiling the waning heat there
In the East, broad rose the moon, first like a bacon flame
Observed on the far horizon utmost verge, the eye could claim
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