The Temple bell
The temple bell
is ringing low this evening
Come now and
chant your sutras for the
budding peach blossoms in my hair
This hot tide of blood
beneath soft skin and you don't
even brush it with a fingertip
Aren't you lonely then
you who preach the Way?
is ringing low this evening
Come now and
chant your sutras for the
budding peach blossoms in my hair
This hot tide of blood
beneath soft skin and you don't
even brush it with a fingertip
Aren't you lonely then
you who preach the Way?
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