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. .vibrating a stream of light.
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lt's melody echoes from my forlorn heart.
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Did you get all that?
:42:21
Yes, l have it all.
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Good.
:42:35
That will be enough for now.
:42:40
l could go on further.
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Unfortunately, l cannot.
:42:45
l am out of words for now.
:42:58
Do you ever plan on leaving this place?
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l sometimes have this dream. . .
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l dream my fingers have grown back.
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. . .and the swelling or my face has subsided.
:43:21
l dream that l have with me. . .
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. . .a dozen baskets of my best white lotuses.
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. . .and travel to the floating market of youth.
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As l approach the women. . .
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l would free all of my lotuses into the water. . .
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. . .and watch them float through the market
like a white river.
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lt would be then,
that l had finally returned home. . .
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. . .set free and pure.
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Then l would wake up into the black night.
:43:57
. . .and realize it was simply a dream. . .
:43:59
. . .one of many that will never be fulfilled.