Pebble in the brook,
Washed by winter's melting snow
Once was a mountain
But the pebble knows,
Even a pebble can be
a mountain again
Pebble in the brook,
Washed by winter's melting snow
Once was a mountain
But the pebble knows,
Even a pebble can be
a mountain again
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(Perhaps I hang out too often with Taoists.)
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