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ns1:text	"By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones' slick sliding And my little fin feet seem to know Where the water must flow. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui At the foot of the falls, Yellow footbridge leaping To a narrow footpath Where my footsteps following go, Past the little red roofs With their corners sweeping Into bristling pines With their twisted branches of cones. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? On a bluff clings the brush, Tiny tiptoes hanging To the fissured-fist rocks All upended and overthrown. And the pillars pile up To the clouds' soft longing; Though the ladder grows steep, My feet keep climbing the stone. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui wo wang le zi ji gen wo lai han shang leng qi The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Lyrics © 2002 Cynthia Conrad"^^xsd:string

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"By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones' slick sliding And my little fin feet seem to know Where the water must flow. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui At the foot of the falls, Yellow footbridge leaping To a narrow footpath Where my footsteps following go, Past the little red roofs With their corners sweeping Into bristling pines With their twisted branches of cones. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? On a bluff clings the brush, Tiny tiptoes hanging To the fissured-fist rocks All upended and overthrown. And the pillars pile up To the clouds' soft longing; Though the ladder grows steep, My feet keep climbing the stone. wo deng, wo deng, wo deng shan shui wo wang le zi ji gen wo lai han shang leng qi The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Everything pulses; Everything is poised. This wildness wrestles With its back Against the void. The scroll unrolls Under my feet. Where will this Painted path of paper Finally lead? Lyrics © 2002 Cynthia Conrad"^^xsd:string

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