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The Tenth Month was as always a time of gloomy winter showers. Looking up into the evening sky, he whispered to himself: “The rains are as the rains of other years.” * He envied the wild geese overhead, for they were going home.

“O wizard flying off through boundless heavens,

Find her whom I see not even in my dreams.” +

The days and months went by, and he remained inconsolable.