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I want to tell you that I found them,

the colours. In the back of the garden.

You know, the spot where previously

the birch trees stood which have

been cut down just before Eastern.

At that desolate piece of land,

blackbirds and butterflies are playing.

The common spindle-tree flourish.

Red. Is that the shape of your lips?

Pink. Is that the melody of your eyes?