<[[Brennen]]> TrackingWriters, ChinesePoets.
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Spring flowers, Autumn moons
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Water lilies still carry
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Away my heart like a lost
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Boat. As long as I am flesh
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And bone I will never find
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Rest. There will never come a
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Time when I will be able
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To resist my emotions.
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