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            <p>The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me.
                The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered.
                No spring breeze even at this late date,
                Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut.</p>
            <p>The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen;
                Birds sing, the mountains grow dark &mdash;
                This is the wondrous power of Buddhism.</p>
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