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Listen to the leaves of the great green palm



Blowing the warm wind;












Like the trickling sound of water








falling from the zenith of a fountain.




spouts shoot up from the soil




and peek through the damp rocky perch


on which the stone sculpture stands.









The care free sounds






That have come to warn us




that summer is near.





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