| Facing you, on the wall, across from your bed |
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| For a hundred miles the west wind carries the fragrance of millet |
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| I listen to a waterfall |
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| Nature's workings made this gentle place |
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| Academics? Politics? I've nothing to do with them! |
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| I still remember Conch-Shell Slope, west of the River Tzu |
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| Through the windy valley |
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| In one place, flying clubs |
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| The Puppets which perform before the curtains |
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| Brush in rocks, draw a stream |
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