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And it was at the age...Poetry arrived
In Search of me， I don't know I don't know where
it came from，from winter or a river
I don't know how or when
no，they are not voices,they were not
words，nor silence，
but from a street I was summoned
from the branches at night
abruptly from the others
among violent fires
or retarning alone，
there I was without a face
and it touched me
from the movie-「the postman」
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