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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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looming, smoky,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

like a mirage,

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The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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