The poem
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove, Playing the zither and whistling long. In this deep wood no one would know - Only the bright moon comes to shine.
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The poem
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove, Playing the zither and whistling long. In this deep wood no one would know - Only the bright moon comes to shine.
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