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It seems there is someone over there, in that fold of the hill, Clad in creepers, with a belt of mistletoe, He is gazing at me, his lips parted in a smilek, Have you taken a fancy to me? Do I please you with my lovely ways? Driving red leopards, followed by stripy civets, Chariot of magnolia, banners of cassia, Clad in stone-orchid, with belt of asarum, I go gathering sweet herbs to give to the one I love, I live in a dark bamboo grove, where I never see the sky, The way was perilous and hard; that is why I am late for the tryst, High on the top of the hill I stand all alone, Below me the clouds sweep past in droves, All is murk and gloom. Chiang! Darkness by day ! The east wind blows gust on gust, spreading magic rain, Waiting for the Divine One I linger and forget to go back, The year is drawing to its close, who will now beflower me ? I pluck the Thrice-blossoming amid the hills, Among a welter of rocks and vine-creeper spreading between, Wronged by my Lord I am too sad to think of going back, You love me, I know it; nothing can come between us, He of the hills is fragrant with the scent of galingale, He drinks from a spring amid the rocks, He shelters under cypress and pine, You love me, I know it, despite all doubts that rise, His chariot thunders, the air is dark with rain, The monkeys twitter; again they cry all night, The wind soughs and soughs, the trees rustle, My love of my Lord has brought me only sorrow,

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It seems there is someone over there , in that fold of the hill , Clad in creepers , with a belt of mistletoe , He is gazing at me , his lips parted in a smilek , Have you taken a fancy to me ? Do I please you with my lovely ways ? Driving red leopards , followed by stripy civets , Chariot of magnolia , banners of cassia , Clad in stone-orchid , with belt of asarum , I go gathering sweet herbs to give to the one I love , I live in a dark bamboo grove , where I never see the sky , The way was perilous and hard ; that is why I am late for the tryst , High on the top of the hill I stand all alone , Below me the clouds sweep past in droves , All is murk and gloom . Chiang ! Darkness by day ! The east wind blows gust on gust , spreading magic rain , Waiting for the Divine One I linger and forget to go back , The year is drawing to its close , who will now beflower me ? I pluck the Thrice-blossoming amid the hills , Among a welter of rocks and vine-creeper spreading between , Wronged by my Lord I am too sad to think of going back , You love me , I know it ; nothing can come between us , He of the hills is fragrant with the scent of galingale , He drinks from a spring amid the rocks , He shelters under cypress and pine , You love me , I know it , despite all doubts that rise , His chariot thunders , the air is dark with rain , The monkeys twitter ; again they cry all night , The wind soughs and soughs , the trees rustle , My love of my Lord has brought me only sorrow ,

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It seems there is someone over there, in that fold of the hill, Clad in creepers, with a belt of mistletoe, He is gazing at me, his lips parted in a smilek, Have you taken a fancy to me? Do I please you with my lovely ways? Driving red leopards, followed by stripy civets, Chariot of magnolia, banners of cassia, Clad in stone-orchid, with belt of asarum, I go gathering sweet herbs to give to the one I love, I live in a dark bamboo grove, where I never see the sky, The way was perilous and hard; that is why I am late for the tryst, High on the top of the hill I stand all alone, Below me the clouds sweep past in droves, All is murk and gloom. Chiang! Darkness by day ! The east wind blows gust on gust, spreading magic rain, Waiting for the Divine One I linger and forget to go back, The year is drawing to its close, who will now beflower me ? I pluck the Thrice-blossoming amid the hills, Among a welter of rocks and vine-creeper spreading between, Wronged by my Lord I am too sad to think of going back, You love me, I know it; nothing can come between us, He of the hills is fragrant with the scent of galingale, He drinks from a spring amid the rocks, He shelters under cypress and pine, You love me, I know it, despite all doubts that rise, His chariot thunders, the air is dark with rain, The monkeys twitter; again they cry all night, The wind soughs and soughs, the trees rustle, My love of my Lord has brought me only sorrow,

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2048 X 2048

Intensité de Repaint

0.2

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Cheese Daddy's Landscapes mix

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Date

Jun 17, 2023

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SeaArt 2.0

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