fragrance of frangpani,
visited me again hereon 22nd January,
there was a piece of pink cloud and
a few red leaves on red leaf tree
I was the interlocutor of what transpired between the two,
All went into oblivion except the fragrance,
that the earth produced,
Now all come to my memory fresh,
aprilfull moon, april full bloom
and april full flowering of your love,
I combine all three here
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