In a straw-thatched, bamboo-pillared cottage,
Open from all sides,
I used to live poorly
And used to pass my days
Reading the great works
And they used to ask to arise and awake
During the midnight or darker early morning
And I used to read loudly,
Reciting the deepest thoughts and reflections.
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