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? Tonight he walks with his light stick,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259 Ching Riveri? s rocks show white. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 260 September skies are clear to the distance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 261 Alone, at peace, I close the door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262 On the stone ledge above the water,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
263 Fireflies flash on mica screens. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 I sweep the dust from ancient lines and read. . . . . . . . . . 266 Alone on the road to the border,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267 How can we break out of the net,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 268 Wei? ve not seen each other . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 Sitting alone among dark bamboo,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 Meet no one on the empty mountain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 No urge now to write poems. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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? Tonight he walks with his light stick,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259 Ching Riveri? s rocks show white. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 260 September skies are clear to the distance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 261 Alone, at peace, I close the door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262 On the stone ledge above the water,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
263 Fireflies flash on mica screens. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 I sweep the dust from ancient lines and read. . . . . . . . . . 266 Alone on the road to the border,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267 How can we break out of the net,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 268 Wei? ve not seen each other . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 Sitting alone among dark bamboo,. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 Meet no one on the empty mountain. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 No urge now to write poems. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
