The blinds are being lowered; She who held your heart and charmed you Is only a rosy glimmer of flame remembered. [49] [49] Fugitive Thoughts My thoughts are sparrows passing Through one great wave that breaks In bubbles of gold on a black motionless rock. [50] [50] Disappointment Rain rattles on the pavement, Puddles stand in the bluish stones; Afar in the Yoshiwara Is she who holds my heart. Alas, the torn lantern of my hope Trembles and sputters in the rain. [51] [51]
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