I. The first lesson of Pythagorean
There were He studied harmony by my Tierces...
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My Knick-Knacks...
I look above heavens, my knickknacks there shine... My fine stars...
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As brooks of mountains
To going - muses restless...
If you'll not catch it,
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Will not by frighten...
More them
These-ruthless
Deserted monsoons,
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Now, when blossomed the life in orchard- cherry...
And in each flower are breathes the breath my...
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One who wishes to know, will always know
Moon and the sun is together reigned on a this world...
Did not see each other... not at night, not in the afternoon...
But are familiar the friend - to the friend better,
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If you see a white sail, on the blue wave....
Recollect sunrise instead of a decline...
From a sleeplessness the moon burned yesterday....
And homeless stars shone above heavens...
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