Bamboos, willows and pines
high on hills sway
in the early morning autumn winds
in the Schweinchen valley
It is calm, quiet, still
moon is hanging bright in the sky
the villagers still asleep, restful
Air is fragrant with scents of plums, chrysanthemums
a crow suddenly starts caw cawing
what's wrong with the poor thing so early in the morning?
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