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Hanshan
Eagerly they taught me
how to fight today
in order to be enlisted
in the wars of tomorrow
I have stood on every hillock
sensing, it's not here either
idle was Hanshan by a mountain crag
examining the clouds as the days passed by
the bright moon at night was a book of songs
and chilly was the wind
but always there
the one who sits on the lap of the wind
writes his poems on stones and trees