| Spring night, / and even the moonbeams |
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| This world— / no road that takes us out of it |
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| We hearing them |
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| When spring comes, / this world once more |
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| Where the water |
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| While I gaze far off |
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| Will someone / at the scent of orange blossom |
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| Mount Yoshino— / I doubt |
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| Dreaming of Prime Minister P'ei |
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| My love is as endless |
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