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           Respectfully accompanying the Master for ten miles  
          and then departing in sorrow  
          
          The verse says: 
			A true cultivator of the Way does not yearn  
          after emotions.   
			His mind became like ordinary water-insipid and  
          flavorless.  
			Contemplating the myriad things in stillness with  
          self-mastery,  
			View the splendid turnings of the four seasons shared  
          among us all.  |