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No title Robert Chung The sun to rise and set, The soul and body to play game I perceive, though. For no meaning I skip a pebble across the river. Without any goal I cast a line fishing in the stream. With no reason I kick off empty cans clattering. Don't say Where I am in a dense fog.

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