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The wind appears like a cry
from the far away desert.
The desert is a voice arriving
to the coast city.
The radiant sun is the glow
above a sand hill.
Jade Sun
the rays of poetic realms of dreams.
The wind has the sand from the desert,
The memory of the sun of jade.
A man is looking up to the sky
on the sand hill.
It blowing to the spots
here and around in the city,
coming from the far away desert.
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