in old times
before the
north men came,
i wandered
through the long
corridors
of the great
jade palace
at midnight,
listening
to whispers
of intrigue
against the
emperor
and i heard
many strange
things under
heaven, things
great sages
never dreamed
now i sit
beside my
little hut
high in the
cold mountains
listening
to the leaves
whispering
like the young
handmaidens
and the old
generals
in the jade
palace, o
you foolish
mortals, cast
aside your
wickedness
greed and pride
and listen
to the leaves
at midnight
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