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Under the Linden Tree
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General I always thought you were special,
a clown of sorts,
and really traveled the universe
to find yourself.
Once you wrote a note to me.
I wanted to hop-skip to Tanabata,
tie your words high on a bamboo
to let the world know.
Instead, I folded your words and
placed them in my pillow book.
The last leaf of summer rattles
in night winds.
I fall asleep in the mystery of you.
