| Reading Teng Fang's Poems |
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| I'll forget the trail |
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| I look out |
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| I dip with my hands |
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| Seen, and yet not seen |
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| Even years ago / I thought of her |
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| Sleet rattles on the leaves |
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| Satisfied in Mind |
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| I Give Up Trying to Learn to Play the Lute |
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| White dew, The / come from no one knows where |
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