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White clouds like a scarf enfold the the mountain's waist

White clouds like a scarf enfold the mountain's waist;
stone steps hang in space — a long, narrow path.
Alone, leaning on my cane, I gaze intently at the scene,
and feel like answering the murmuring brook
with the music of my flute.
Author of original: 
Shen Chou
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