Crossing the ridge, the woodcutter loses his way
Crossing the ridge, the woodcutter loses his way.
Roosting in the forest, the bird can't find his nest.
The path of an official career is even more precarious:
I vow never to leave my thatched hut!
Roosting in the forest, the bird can't find his nest.
The path of an official career is even more precarious:
I vow never to leave my thatched hut!
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