| It is the middle of the night — I cannot sleep |
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| My steps lead me to a junction of three roads |
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| The Lucent dew congeals into frost |
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| Whether one is eminent or humble depends on Fate |
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| Elder lives by the side of the river, An |
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| The Confucianist is versed in the Six Arts |
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| The Hibiscus grows lushly on the grave mounds |
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