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what's o'clock
XX
When the aster fades
The creeper flaunts in crimson.
Always another!
The creeper flaunts in crimson.
Always another!
XXI
Turning from the page,
Blind with a night of labour,
I hear morning crows.
Blind with a night of labour,
I hear morning crows.
XXII
A cloud of lilies,
Or else you walk before me.
Who could see clearly?
Or else you walk before me.
Who could see clearly?
XXIII
Sweet smell of wet flowers
Over an evening garden.
Your portrait, perhaps?
Over an evening garden.
Your portrait, perhaps?
