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Boo Mayhew

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A name shattered to pieces

A name shattered in the void

A name that never replies

A name that I'll die calling

The one word left in the soul

To the last I couldn't pronounce

My Beloved

My Beloved

The red sun hovers over the hill

And the deer moan woefully

I'm calling your name

On a lonely hill

I call your name in great sorrow

I call your name in deep sorrow

My voice reaches towards the sky

But the sky is too far from the earth

Turn me into stone

I'll call your name till I die

My beloved

My beloved

by a Korean Poet, Sol-Wol Kim (1902-1934)

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