Lightly, quickly, soft,
A bird song
Climbs the sky as day
Begins.
I listen - it is gone.
It seemed to stop only because
I listened.
Never, never is anything -
At dawn, in splendid daylight,
Or in the golden sunset -
Have I found
A pleasure that would last
Beyond the nothingness,
The loss,
Before coming to enjoy it...
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