.
When the verdant field glass
afternoon, the trace of dawn,
and far away, the pale sky blue thoughtfully
gets close. Ash wide
When the fire off, fire doors
rises above the entrance to the cemetery stellar
then to the white candle,
quickly through the beam fluid
will fly without a butterfly.
will touch the flame with his chest,
be immersed in the hot wave.
Look, look, lay dead. 1912
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