“You are an autumn sky, suffused with a rose. Yet sadness rises in me like the sea, and on my somber lip, when it outflows, leaves its salt burning slime for memory.”
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Though he thinks about her beauty, he also thinks about how bitter and unavoidable it is to feel sad.
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