shadow's splashed through pure wall
leaves and cries, leaves and cries
and what autumn called
ring king is not in his tower
golden seed's gone, green head down
so see him suddenly come
harvest hide somewhere, food take nowhere
palace ruins anywhere
to where you put your heart away
night's above and beneath is winter
the days are long without seeing the sun
in a half bowl of awaking
blame north way dream and praise south wind songs
there come spring for hally
and play the search of blessed gifter
bloom the bell, now party is over there]
he never comes late
even his robe is going naked
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