| On My House in Hsin-ch'ang |
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| You can tell |
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| So deep into autumn |
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| It's hard to despise |
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| Poems on Small Birds |
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| We saw you off |
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| Blossoms, at least wait |
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| The Hegemon's Lament |
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| When white dew descends on the hundred grasses |
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| I have a sister, little sister, living in Zhongli |
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