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\nmy heart smiles.
\nI see the lines connecting the stars,
\ninvisible made visible in the dark sky.
\nThe light, so bright it is hard to believe,
\nforms shapes and a compass is made.<\/p>\n
\nthe station I will get off at rises up.
\nAround us, a fragrant grass bed stretches out
\nand I can see the flowing river.
\nI breathe deeply in the fluttering breeze of the forest.
\nI wash off the pain of desire and memory.
\nThe train wheels turn vigorously.<\/p>\n
\nwhen reading the time
\nit is as if my fingernails are dirty with tree sap.
\nMy heart grows bright.<\/p>\n