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Again

　　By the sunset,
　　   In the midst of the tired presence of things,
　　   An expectant gaze
　　   Looked at the hollowness of time.
　　
　　   Upon the table,
　　   The noisy presence of the few fresh fruits,
　　   Was following towards a vague intuition of death.
　　
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