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ArtistFall’d dyed the maple woods with separation. Miles of dust soon covered the departing man, Who disappeared among greenish strawberries. She was back, a night shadow of loneliness, While he alone ventured into the wilderness. High above who cut the moon into two halves, Half stamped on her pillow, half brightened his road.