
I am heartsick: again
the frauds conspire to slander
our old teacher; it’s easier
to mock an idea,
than to refute its truth.
Chrysanthemums bloom into the fall.
Everything to its season.
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I am heartsick: again
the frauds conspire to slander
our old teacher; it’s easier
to mock an idea,
than to refute its truth.
Chrysanthemums bloom into the fall.
Everything to its season.