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I built my house in inhabited surroundings, But there is no noise of carriages and horses. Do you know how this may be? When the heart is remote, solitude comes. I pluck chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and see the distant southern mountains. The mountain air is fresh at dusk. In these things there lies a great truth, But when I try to express it, I cannot find the words.
Tao Yuan-ming
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