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¡¡¡¡by David Lehman
¡¡¡¡There comes a time when the story turns into twenty
¡¡¡¡different stories and soon after that he academy of shadows
¡¡¡¡retreats to the cave of a solitary boy in a thriving
¡¡¡¡metropolis where no one remembers the original story
¡¡¡¡whic is£¬ of course£¬ a sign of its great success£º to be forgotten
¡¡¡¡implies you were once known£¬ and that is something we
¡¡¡¡can prize more than the gesture greater than the achievement£º
¡¡¡¡but I wander from the main point£º the main point is one
¡¡¡¡among many fine dots so fine you need a microscope to see them
¡¡¡¡but then they multiply like germs£º the work of the deepest cells
¡¡¡¡is ergonomically incorrect£¬ but effective nevertheless£¬ like
¡¡¡¡my footprints in the snow leading to you£¬ wou would be my father
¡¡¡¡if this were a dream and I on the verge of waking up somewhere
¡¡¡¡other than home£º but the hours remain ours£¬ though they
¡¡¡¡were gone almost as soon as they arrived£¬ hat and coat in hand.
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