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Clouds
Clouds of heaven, the eternal pilgrim.
The azure steppe, chain, pearl
Rush you, like I, exiles
With cute the North towards the South.
Who are you driving: the fate of a solution?
Envy you a secret? anger open eh?
Or you are inconvenienced by the crime?
Or friends slander poisonous?
No, you are tired of barren fields...
You alien alien of passion and suffering;
Eternally cold, eternally free,
You have no homeland, no you, exile.