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First storm of the year
holding an umbrella o'er small chrysanthemums. Bell flower in sight my heart bouncing up and down from pure nostalgia. Cape jasmine flowers remind me of my dear mother lone clouds in the sky. Dew drops to the ground this must be a demon's lair or a nest of snakes. The moon hides her face digging soil for potatoes tell me the season. Giant Katydid finding no good place to die keep on walking 'round. The hem of garments turn vermillion in autumn hoping it never ends. Devouring the souls of evil ghosts and goblins earthworm making cries. Cold autumn shower pour over and soaked thousands of wandering souls. stems start bending down the silver grass realizes it's own weight increase Harvesting rice plants the smell of fertility brings them hungry ghouls. Heavy and dark clouds above burned ruins vanish highest skies appear.
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