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The mountains are cold and blue now And the autumn waters have run all day. By my thatch1 door, leaning on my staff, I listen to cicadas in the evening wind. Sunset lingers at the ferry, Supper-smoke floats up from the houses. ……Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit2 again And sing a wild poem at Five Willows3?
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