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The boat drifts to rest Under the outward spraying branches.
There is faint sound of quavering strings, The reedy murmurs of a flute, The soft sigh of the wind through silken garments;
All these are mingled With the breeze that drifts away, Filled with thin petals of cherry blossom, Like tinkling laughter dancing away in sunlight.