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Waiting

Since the early hours of morning,
Girding up my dress,
I, a husky man, have dusted the benches
And swept the terrace
To welcome you.

Now the day is nigh spent;
The shadows of the trees lengthen in the garden;
Within the tea-water boils in vain.

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