Along the River, Seeing the Home of Absconded Farmers
The times are good, there's no cruel government:
when did they cast off their home?
The old man next door
has taken in their hungry dog;
passers-by pluck their lovely flowers.
The woods, deserted, no smoke rises;
the gate, shut, the sun about to set.
Where would they be, out there in the world?
May they soon return and plant new crops.
when did they cast off their home?
The old man next door
has taken in their hungry dog;
passers-by pluck their lovely flowers.
The woods, deserted, no smoke rises;
the gate, shut, the sun about to set.
Where would they be, out there in the world?
May they soon return and plant new crops.
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