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There goes my September
There goes my source of laughter
Curious as his infatuation
Oblivious as my affection
The sun has set for the last fall
The moon has sought for the vast hall
For the twenty-eighth day has passed
and the nights of longing shall last
Oh, where has the vivid chrysant-day gone?
An eternal dawn has broken in the Eastern temper
and an endless twilight deepens forth into my chamber
Why have I remained alone?
So long, September, my dear aster,
remember me when the last ship departs,
look for me when the second music starts,
in the West, in the hereafter.
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