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You conjured my boundless loneliness;

the silent string mourns on the empty harp.

The sands move away from the shore;

Parts of me disappear with the waves.

The trees give no sighs

yet the wind weeps.

The seagulls in the sunset find nothing

but the broken shells on the pier.

Many a night we sang

under the soft moonlight;

the wind was sweet

and enchanting

Love was carved where only we knew.

Summers and winters were

All too short.

Dreams faded after that day

I sing no more.

Wondering on the worn streets

Is there any chance to see that familiar shadow?

Darkness falls

I turn the key to the cellar

The old bottle awaits me.

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-- Yun

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