September.
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The dales are transparent and clear
and sadness stretches in gardens
bushes' ruffle, the birds I can't hear
In the sun cabbage makes me feel happy.
September, my dear, you came,
Through the veil of rain and bad weather,
And pestered my soul's hem
And again I know happiness there.
But very quiet like a dream
that does no harm to any -
As a distant bell's ring
That elevates to heaven...
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