Cold Mountain

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I climb the road to Cold Mountain,

the road to Cold Mountain that never ends.

The valleys are long and strewn with stones,

the streams broad and banked with thick grass.

Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;

pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.

Who can break from the snares of the world

and sit with me among the white clouds?

Han-Shan

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