All Day Long
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All day long game of blue-dark cloud,
Wind is not playing pipe of palm-leaf;
All day long my mind is silently aloud,
Only the memory-tree blooming deep grief.
All day long blazing fire in the oven,
Combustible firewood turned live coal.
All day long a wreath of dream woven,
Only walking neither path nor a goal.
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