From the soul deeply familiar and strange
farewell a little of the one's own soul
tell what the mothers loaned lives
their child's heartbeat to estranged
still warm to the heart by the hand
what a luck, the warmth in the give and take
not increasingly guarded by the eye
falls and stumbles at the heart
Bus stops in, of the road
a familiar is being away
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