In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.
Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the fence, as one, disturb me to tears this autumn dusk.
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