Everyone knows me...
Everyone knows me...
The people,
The flowers,
The air,
And the old swallow
That I've raised for over five years,
And my house, nestled near the stream,
Separate from the river.
If a visitor comes,
They would think it abandoned,
Because of the abundance of brambles
And wild roses surrounding it.
And there is no other poet in the village but me.
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