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I asked the cuckoo of Zen Cloud Mountain
why she cried so sadly in the night.
" No matter how sad you might be, you don't know
how to cry, so I cry instead. "
I asked the lark of Zen Cloud Mountain
why she cried out so joyously on such a morning.
" You have forgotten the laughter of childhood, "
came her reply, " so I laugh instead. "
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