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Exile a student
Ye Zhou is light
Whether the other shore blossoms
Take a pinch of moonlight
Wash the flesh
Let the soul graze free blue sky
Change into a monk's robe
Pray for loved ones who have traveled far
Chant in the veins
Make all the poems
A cold time
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