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    Stray birds of summercome to my window tosing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumnwhich have no songsflutter and fallthere with a sign.

    wBwҵĴǰwȥˡS~]ʲôɳֻ@Ϣһ•w

    A troupe of littlevagrants of the worldleave yourfootprints in my words.

    ϵһССƯѽՈゃӡҵ

    The world puts off its mask of vastnessto its lover.It becomes smallas one song, as onekiss of the eternal.

    猦Đƺ߽׃ССһ׸СһĽǡ

    It is the tears of the earth that keephere smiles in bloom.

    ǴصĜIcʹ΢Цഺx

    The mighty desertis burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughsand flies away.

    oɳĮ׷һ~GݵĐۣuu^Цw_

    If you shed tearswhen you miss thesunyou also miss the stars.

    ʧȥ̫ꖶIôҲʧȥȺˡ

    The sands in your waybeg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carrythe burden of their lameness?

    ˮѽ;еɳҪĸ•ءϒȳɳô

    Her wishful facehaunts my dreamslike the rain atnight.

    ğеĘҹƵ_ҵĉ

    Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

    һ҂ҊҶDzR҂s֪҂ԭH۵ġ

    Sorrow is hushedinto peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

    n˼ҵƽoȥĺɫRڼoɽ

    Some unseen fingers,like an idle breeze,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

    ЩҊБе΢L(fng)Ƶҵʕ

    What language is thine, Oh sea? The language of eternal question.What language is thy answer, Oh sky? The language of

    eternal silence.

    ˮѽfʲôɆѽشԒʲôijĬ

    Listen, my heartto the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

    oo ҵѽ ĵZ@۵ıʾѽ

    The mystery of creation is like the darkness of nightit is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

    (chung)أҹgĺڰǂ֪RĻӰs^糿g֮F

    Do not seat your love upon a precipicebecause it is high.

    ҪͱǸߵģ׌Đͱ

    I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nodsto me and goes.

    ҽڴǰһ·Ƶģͣһcc^^ȥ

    There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

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    What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

    㿴ҊԼҊֻӰӡ

    My wishes are fools,they shout across the song, my master.Let me but listen.

    ѽҵЩԸɵѽsĸ•׌ֻo 

    I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.

    Ҳxõõx

    They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.

    Щџڱϵˣ`ӰͶԼǰ

    That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

    ҵĴһõ棬@

    Wethe rustling leaveshave a voice that answers the stormsbut who are you so silent? I am a mere flower.

    ҂ʒʒĘ~•푻شL(fng)lǘӵijĬҲ^һ仨

    Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

    ϢcP(gun)ϵ۲c۾P(gun)ϵ

    Man is a born child,his power is the power of growth.

    һĺӣL

    God expects answers for the flowers he sends usnot for the sun the earth.

    ϣ҂ͽo҂Ļ̫ꖺء

    The light that playslike a naked childamong the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.

    һwĺھG~(dng)Α֪Ǖp

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    10гһҕһճr֣質ǰҊ^ډmĹ˵Đ

    11(jng)ܿ^ʧ^I(lng)^ζҺܸd@

    12˲ښvʷȻȻ@ʾԼښvʷƴչ¶^

    13ˮɳ;Ҫĸ•ıvԸ⎧ɳһ᣿

    14·tͺ҂Ҋ߽twh(yun)LLȥ҂Ҳ_

    15f@Ğʲô@ĬĬoԣd@ɺǞ@ďāҪāҲāӛõССҪ

    16ƯccŴF(xin)ѽ(jng)sSeĕrҸXx_mɡ

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