As the winds passed by
Over the hills and mountains
Guides any objects
As they go against them.
A roving autumn leaf
By cool winds turned around;
No one knowing where
It will fall upon the ground.
A purposeless darting arrow
Through the winds blowing;
Never knowing where
Its targets are lying.
As the little bird comes along
With the gentle winds blow by long
Guides where it will go
With its wings flapped along.
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