Less memories lessen the feathers heaviness
And squeezed mind the scant distractions,
No more open bent before the full moon
Enjoining the mists outer with chill feelings
Which might letting the saplings alive and green.
Things seen and perceived in motion or in rest
Have manifested better amid all congestions
In the passage insufficient at wide lake bottom
Beneath the freezing water dispersing fishes
And assuming the clever posture in disguise.
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