The morning mists
Descends upon the late-growing mountain fields;
Harvest has begun; so brief
And fleeting is this world of ours
I feel.
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The morning mists
Descends upon the late-growing mountain fields;
Harvest has begun; so brief
And fleeting is this world of ours
I feel.
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