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Where the dogs bark by roaring waters, Whose spray darkens the petals' colours, Deep in the woods deer at times are seen; The valley noon: one can hear no bell, But wild bamboos cut across bright clouds, Flying cascades hang from jasper peaks; No one here knows which way you have gone: Two, now three pines I have leant against! Read the first page
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