When all the red dragonflies are darting in the sky
I'm thinking about a black dragonfly
We met at a bridge in a park
It was big and black
I was standing still
Not knowing what to do with flying things very well
It swirled around me
Around and around for some time
Then it disappeared in a blink of an eye
I stood there, somehow at a loss
I had thought it liked me for a little while
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