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A clear stream winds past long groves; my carriage and horses travel at ease.
The flowing waters seem to know their way; evening birds return together.
A desolate town stands by an ancient ferry; sunset fills the autumn hills.
Far below lofty Mount Song, I return—and close my gate.
A clear stream winds past long groves; my carriage and horses travel at ease.
The flowing waters seem to know their way; evening birds return together.
A desolate town stands by an ancient ferry; sunset fills the autumn hills.
Far below lofty Mount Song, I return—and close my gate.
