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| ( It ) awakes because of the popping noise the pane Temperatures cooled as much as benumbed air To the sunlight in the morning which enters it from the space of the curtain Light dizziness and feelings which were about to be forgotten Only dissatisfaction grows I wonder whether to have overlooked it important In this space The room to which ( it ) looked back never changes Though it is thought it is a little cold Any one which grows dim though the presence blots does not exist Every day when mist became light once The oath set up in old times has not already become shape Memories weaken slowly and go now Here : as a place without there finishers is not a start either To outskirts which the hand does not reach through all eternity The room where ( it ) sat down : in yesterday and the same However , whats who fade a little compared with ahead Any one which grows dim though the presence blots because of the tear does not exist Only the continuing door was certain The memory weathers and ( it ) over there at time Still , you can recall it same time Shining every day without that replacing |
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