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Your pinkish-mauve silky scarf
Blown in the wind
And safely landed in my backyard.
But how do I find your whereabouts
To hand over if it's not a keepsake?
Are you faraway or closely?
I have no sleep till I get a prompt response,
Please do not cremate my innocent hopes.
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