LAMENTATIONS 

The streets are quiet, the rain has made the poet sleepy. He dreams of the old stories of childhood old teachers read. These stories are the most important thing the poet took from his old hometown. The frog and magic bird and places in the pond slowly unwind from the damps of his sad mind.” Ah, happy rainy days and calmness that rubs against the steaming windows!"

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