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The first snow of this season wakes up
The colorful morning of Rocky Mountains,
But not my youthful dreams long, long ago.
They roam at the lucid darkness before dawn,
Crystalizing birds’ chirping on red leaves:
Oh, memory, dear memory,
What do you still carry?
When falling in my old remote country.
2017.10.09
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