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  • "till my last, to suffer not a blot of shame on looking up at heaven, my heart has been tormented by mere rustlings of the leaves. in a spirit of chanting stars, i shall love all the moribund lives. then, let me walk on my path given. the wind whisks by stars as ever on this even."
  • "wishing not to have so much as a speck of shame toward heaven until the day i die, i suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves. with my heart singing to the stars, i shall love all things that are dying. and i must walk the road that has been given to me."
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