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Wanderer By:Mok-Wol Pak Over the ferry, Along the corn-field path, A wanderer goes As the moon In the clouds. A single road stretches A thousand miles southward. Twilight over a riverside village Where wine is mellow. The wanderer goes As the moon In the clouds. |
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