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There’s a pond
By this road I used to cross
Every day.
And on that road
We met
As the cicadas sang
Of whom I wanted you to love.

“Me, me,” they cried
As I do now-
Summer is blooming once more,
But nothing can revive the feelings
That left with the summer stars.

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