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The breeze shall blow for me, The mountain shall accompany my drink. I shall fish in my lifeless boat Sleep?i haven't gotten a wink. As the juvenile spring leaves curl And blow a sweet scent in my face I shall remain nonchalant as ever, The river water i shall race. My heart is a deep mystery Which many people happen to misknow In the eyes of the other travellers By the river, i am but a mere shadow.