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Beheld she in glowing smile,
Spoke not the picture in her file,
Beside she kept her lover standing,
True was his love; so kept he understanding.
Gradually a bit dailly, he neared her secret,
Never for once Dechen spoke about it,
She walked and talked as if he was her,
He was poor; she was after man's car.
Believing half in love, he parted
To that land he felt deserted,
To prove his love he remained alone,
From land of her he heard, she was gone.
Love that hatched last spring evening,
Gradually and beautifully it bloomed,
Slowly and continually it withered,
Came to utter cessation in the winter morning.
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