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In a flashback rush
 
I fade a shade
 
with every dawning sun.
 
Fruit and blossom
 
morning and mist
 
fakes my autumn leave.
 
I fish in the gray
 
I fish in the colourful
 
beauty will never melt away.
Comes in mind and goes again
 
my only mother's face.
Comes in mind and goes again
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