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    The document is a poem about letting go of a lover who is sick of the speaker. When the lover leaves, the speaker will pick armfuls of purple azalea flowers to spread along the pathways for the lover to trample as they depart. Though it will sicken the speaker to see the lover go, they will not shed any tears and will let them leave without any fuss or words.

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    The document is a poem about letting go of a lover who is sick of the speaker. When the lover leaves, the speaker will pick armfuls of purple azalea flowers to spread along the pathways for the lover to trample as they depart. Though it will sicken the speaker to see the lover go, they will not shed any tears and will let them leave without any fuss or words.

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    The document is a poem about letting go of a lover who is sick of the speaker. When the lover leaves, the speaker will pick armfuls of purple azalea flowers to spread along the pathways for the lover to trample as they depart. Though it will sicken the speaker to see the lover go, they will not shed any tears and will let them leave without any fuss or words.

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    Azalea Flowers

    by Sowol Kim

    When you go away at last, sickened with the sight of me, know that I shall let you go, saying nothing, make no fuss; but climbing high on Yongpyon's hills, there I'll pick azalea flowers, armfuls of purple, just to spread along the pathways as you go. Then go, with muffled parting steps trampling down those flowers you find strewn before your departing feet; and when you go away at last, sickened with the sight of me, know that for the life of me I'll not shed tears then, no, not one.

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