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Mount Jun for days on end raises mist and rosy clouds;
within a screen of purple and green, a dwelling of its own.
A wild crane cries out—no one is seen;
through the quiet wood of grass, cold flowers stir.
Mount Jun for days on end raises mist and rosy clouds;
within a screen of purple and green, a dwelling of its own.
A wild crane cries out—no one is seen;
through the quiet wood of grass, cold flowers stir.