Autumn moon after Wang Wei; for Will Dowd Hiding in the grove of trees, singing my little song so quietly that no one can hear me. Only my girl, whose white face climbs up the autumn sky.
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Autumn moon after Wang Wei; for Will Dowd Hiding in the grove of trees, singing my little song so quietly that no one can hear me. Only my girl, whose white face climbs up the autumn sky.
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