Swinging my new bamboo fan,
tall mountains,
steep foggy valleys where the swans gathers,
story of thousand moons,
carried by winds of people wining and dining,
come let's read poetry together,
and draw our dreams with ink on the sky
drop the sword,
a little fan against a steel sword,
send your eagle off to sing about the ten thousand rules of humanity,
double edged...
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