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What makes them trapped?
They can’t come here
On the revetment of the creek
Along the curved country road in Churyo
How were their poems written
on pottery leaves
which were taro leaves originally?
If they were here
And read out their poems
The curse of plagues and wars will be
Hails, melting in sunshine
In dappled sunshine,
I walk along the curved lane
Finally
I find their poems
Who are reading aloud their poems?
They look back and smile
Poems are running, jumping
and carrying sunshine to us
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