Look at the bird, he spreads his wings,The image stays like a song I sing.He flies in a tune above, below,So rich and free from the toil I know. For ages I gaze at the sun and moon,The distant clouds, whose path still looms.For hundreds of …
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How to cut wood? It’s hard without an axe. How to find a wife? It’s hard without a go-between. Cutting wood… cutting wood… The rule’s pretty clear: To find a girl You need a lot of gifts. Translated from an anonymous poem …
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