Before the sun stirs
Hands sunk deep in muddy fields
Promise me this once

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Sweat soaking the earth
Strawberry juice flavoured you
That smouldering day

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The lantern's pattern
Diffused over empty walls
Long night's company

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I pulled each turnip
Shook loose the cold soil as I
Shook loose the past year

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 864 AF.