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I was not able to bring up the morning glory into me.
Only a blue sky lets me feel relieved.
I did not feel the wind from a cardigan in these days.
Do not you understand it anymore?
I will throw away.
I want to jump early in a season a creature boils, and to live in.
Though nothing is brought up, I can look.
It wants to burst into leaf early.
Though I am fresh and young, and there is not it, the mouth can open like a young leave.
I do not forget the words.
Like a child straight.
I cannot live like an adult cleverly.
The eyes open.
Therefore I will listen.
I who cannot say am stupid, and only a clear request lives for hope.
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