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Слушать(AI)The Cold Clear Spring At Nanyang
A pity it is evening, yetI do love the water of this springseeing how clear it is, how clean;rays of sunset gleam on it,lighting up its ripples, making itone with those who travelthe roads;
I turn and facethe moon; sing it a song, thenlisten to the sound of the windamongst the pines.
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