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12.A Muffler
The lovingkindness
Of knitting strand by strand,
They are stored up as a prayer.
There is a cheer
To overcome all hardships.
Whenever I wrap my neck,
I feel the solace in its warmth.
A child has grown up and has married.
Her pity toward her Dad, who lives a life of
mission.
Is in the muffler.
Last summer,cherishing a dream,
She left with her husband far away.
Her tears now became waves of yearning.
Now there is a sign of a new season in the sky.
As white snow is falling,
In the warm muffler.
My dream is blossoming.
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