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Blue Rapids
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Fierce Heat: On the Zen Room of Master Heng-Chi
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A Little stream used to cross my land
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That cuckoo who sang
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My hut is at the foot
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Through autumn fields of bush clover
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Now summer's come
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We part / I go beyond the
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Who Says a Painting Must Look Like Life?
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What is constant
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