Two problems arise
At the turning of the hour
One
That I remain
Exactly the same as back
In June when it rained.
Two
That you are
No different from that day
You donated advice
Last June when it rained.
Why are they problems?
The stars asked one night.
I averted
My eyes and saw
The moon wink at my sighs
I suppose he means
Two problems will be solved
At the turning of the hour
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