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Mino-shi

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Now I see that it is the forbidden fruit which is so enticing the unattained which holds the most sway And though You so close yet out of reach push your roots through my bleeding chest Of your sweet dew, I cannot drink your flower has flown with the summer wind Wind has swept the land with fiery red and now it whispers silently of icy white Though green shall doubtless return someday my world stays hollow, desolate grey And perhaps your visage may be fogged by time but this void you left will remain unfilled