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This bed gives me no rest.
Soon, the next will come.
Faces come and go in my garden,
And all I do is wait.
The wind blows kisses through my window,
The lantern flickers on the wall--
Red butterflies are dancing there,
And voices call my name...
Minutes pass like hours,
Still, I am alone.
The scent of jasmine lingers in my hair,
Like silk it shines--
The only light here in my garden,
This night's so deep and dark.
And as I watch the butterflies
Are burning into dust.
The ash of their wings I hold in my hands
And wonder, what is left?
Who am I?