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Very quietly I take my leave. As quietly as I came here; Quietly I wave good-bye, To the rosy clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the riverside. Are young brides in the setting sun; Their reflections on the shimmering waves. Always linger in the depth of my heart. The floatingheart growing in the sludge. Sways leisurely under the water; In the gentle waves of Cambridge. I would be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm trees .Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky; Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds. Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream? To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream. To where the green grass is more verdant; Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight. And sing aloud in the splendour of starlight. But I cannot sing aloud. Quietness is my farewell music; Even summer insects heep silence for me. Silent is Cambridge tonight. Very quietly I take my leave. As quietly as I came here; Gently I flick my sleeves. Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away