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I hear that the Emperor of China |
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Used to wear iron shoes with ease |
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We are the tablecloth and also the table |
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Also the fable of the dancing leaves |
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The new moon is rising |
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The axe of the thunder is broken |
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As never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began |
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The new moon is shining |
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The angels are washing their windows |
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Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below |
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Ask the snail beneath the stone |
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Ask the stone beneath the wall |
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Are there any stars at all |
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Like an eagle in the sky |
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Tell me if air is strong |
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In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest |
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Safe in the care of the dear moon |
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The new moon is rising |
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The eyelid of a god is approaching |
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The humane train the skating raining traveling voice of certainty |
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The new moon is shining |
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The harmonious hand is now holding Lord Krishna's ring |
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The eagle's wing the voice of mother everything |
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Ask the snail beneath the stone |
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Ask the stone beneath the wall |
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Are there any stars at all |
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Like an eagle in the sky |
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Tell me if air is strong |
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In the floating palaces of the spinning castle |
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May the fire, king's daughter bring water to you |
