The Wayfarer
Across the ferry
by the path through the corn
like the moon through the clouds
the wayfarer goes.
The road stretches south
three hundred li
every wine-mellowing village
afire in the evening light
as the wayfarer goes
like the moon through the clouds.
by the path through the corn
like the moon through the clouds
the wayfarer goes.
The road stretches south
three hundred li
every wine-mellowing village
afire in the evening light
as the wayfarer goes
like the moon through the clouds.
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