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search for oneself

That moment, that year,

Turning mountains, water and worldly worlds.

Fate comes, fate breaks, fate goes away,

Let the time flow still.

The world is chaotic and disturbing the mind,

A foolish and difficult confidant's soul.

Who can give me a wise heart?

The best poetry is in the world.

Who can give me a clear heart?
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