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One Autumn Twilight

A gong struck once holds the attention forever
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and ever in the meaning of moonlight �

describing the limbs, drinking � �

doubles in a dry land and �
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moving as statues, silver the hue. �

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We are communicating at last �

through music and poetry. �

Bark and croak of howling beast �

should persuade us no longer. �

Above the din, on the highest peak �

we make our home. �

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Days made sweet blending �

pure minute with minute �

weave our improving music. �

Destiny made clear as above �

earthly as unearthly �
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poetry understood. �