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Where the dogs bark
by roaring waters,
Whose spray darkens
the petals' colors,
Deep in the woods
deer at times are seen;

The valley noon:
one can hear no bell,
But wild bamboos
cut across bright clouds,
Flying cascades
hang from jasper peaks;

No one here knows
which way you have gone:
Two, now three pines
I have leant against!
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