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虛堂和尚語錄 7.9

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7.9

On the stone bed the crescent moon leaves dream-souls cold; / The stream water mirrors the portrait, the gaunt shadow clear. / All my life, toiling and moiling, I have forgotten my self; / Beyond the world, who knows with whom I could form an alliance?

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