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It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The earth's tears make her smile blossom like flowers.
Chance
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I am a cloud in the sky,
By chance casting my shadow upon the heart of your waves—
You need not be surprised,
Still less need you rejoice—
In an instant all trace of me is gone.
You and I meet upon the sea at night,
You have yours, and I have mine, our directions;
Whether you remember or not,
Better still, you forget
The light we gave each other at this crossing!
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Xu Zhimo