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You ask for where my destination is, I smile, but not answer, My heart is at leisure. A man on his boat, Just like an immortal. His melodic aged voice sung, “Up is heaven, down is earth, Where the wind blows, Is where I go.”
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
A Man and His Boat
You ask for where my destination is, I smile, but not answer, My heart is at leisure. A man on his boat, Just like an immortal. His melodic aged voice sung, “Up is heaven, down is earth, Where the wind blows, Is where I go.”
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
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