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西来意颂
Shi Lingcheng
  Monk asked me for the West what he wanted, I would Jushan seven or eight years.
  Drosicha planted only three ears, Mai was up triple shoulder.
  East West Temple Temple each see snow, a long stream flow on stream next spring.
  Middle of the night clouds dissipated, the moon to bed.
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