You suspect,
I have stepped my foot in
Seeing the scarlet of Caesalpinia-pulcherrima
I know,
There dwells flaming fire
Under the mask of crimson
You declare,
I have found the entire scent of Arabia
In other's flowery arm,
Only I know,
With gradual melting,
I have become a dejected, mournful river.
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