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The limpid1 river, past its bushes Running slowly as my chariot, Becomes a fellow voyager Returning home with the evening birds. A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry, Autumn sunset floods the peaks. ……Far away, beside Mount2 Song, I shall close my door and be at peace.
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