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Why did you write
                biasedly?
Convicted me
                of love.
For me, even if autumn
                is stormy,
She whispers to me:
                - Swim!

Now
                there is joy in life.
Your poem
                is a talisman for me now.
In my soul is
                your reward.
And I fell into youth,
                as if into a dope.


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