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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
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And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
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The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
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But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
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The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
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We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
(dng)҂tĕr(sh)҂ӽĕr(sh)
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
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Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
ҵZhʎҵǺˮĵ@o ֮g
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
@(g)Ҋĺڰ֮棬ԷǞʲô?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
ʹĻ֮k~֮o
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
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