Blossoms bring the Spring.Spring doesn’t take them with itWhen it goes. Clouds flow upon the stream.The stream cannot hold them.I’d ask why that is,But no one’s here, butThis tall tree,Beneath which I will idle PonderingThe place,The Spring,Clouds passing.
Blossoms bring the Spring.Spring doesn’t take them with itWhen it goes.
Clouds flow upon the stream.The stream cannot hold them.I’d ask why that is,But no one’s here, butThis tall tree,Beneath which I will idle
PonderingThe place,The Spring,Clouds passing.
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