Learn The Rules, And Then

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

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