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| Yi Dal-Chung |
When I wish to wash my feet, Will the clear stream take in my dirt? When I wish to wash my ears, Will the clear brook swallow my shame? A cripple by birth as I am, I won't be laughed at if I never stir abroad. Stone-deaf by birth as I am, I won't be ridiculed for not hearing rough words. "To be of no use can be of great use sometimes." I shall repeat the words three times each day. |
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