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I built ahut beside a path But hear no cart or horse You ask how this can be A distant mind is afar off place Picking mums by the eastern fance I lose myself in the southern hills The mountain air,the sunset light Birds flying home together In this there is truth To know,but not to say
I built ahut beside a path But hear no cart or horse You ask how this can be A distant mind is afar off place Picking mums by the eastern fance I lose myself in the southern hills The mountain air,the sunset light Birds flying home together In this there is truth To know,but not to say