Nightly the autumn wind knocks on the screen.
Weeds riot outside this desolate mountain dwelling.
Long since, my mind withdrew to meditation.
For whom do these clamorous insects cry?
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Nightly the autumn wind knocks on the screen.
Weeds riot outside this desolate mountain dwelling.
Long since, my mind withdrew to meditation.
For whom do these clamorous insects cry?
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