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There are so many things I have forgot,
That once were much to me, or that were not,
All lost, as is a childless woman's child And its child's children, in the undefiled Abyss of what can never be again
I have forgot, too, names of ...

I have an easy beauty one that is happy
I glide on the surface of winds
I glide on the surface of seasI have grown sentimentalI no longer know the guideI no longer move silk over iceI am diseased flowers and stonesI love the most chinese...