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Evening Love Song
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Ornamental clouds
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins
a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.
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clouds compose an evening love song
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