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if the snow falls softly

in the persian countryside, then

we’ll dream of cherry trees

and antelopes in

africa.  I’ll say that you should 

quit your job and come stay with me,

you’ll forget about the

houses that you built and

the smoky eyes

around your office.  we’ll start

a big fire, a western sunrise, a

bouquet of ancient 

lilies.

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