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The Weathercock
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I lost my golden ring somewhere in the snow.
I can\'t remember when it happened.
Was it yesterday?
Was it at noon?
Was it in my previous life?
You built up my heart with acorns and chestnuts,
The shape of your smile was climbing up a mountain of air -
Nothing but your smile can climb up a mountain of air,
Nothing but its shape laden with promising words
Can make
The weathercock on the house of my heart
Move
Before reaching the blue.
I just remember I had seen the shape of my angel
In front of me,your smile with millions of rays.
Therefore I took off my mittens
To touch it with prudent fingers.
And my ring dropped in the snow -
A silent way to calcine the past.
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