| How awesome / the imperial command |
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| Spring garden, The / shimmers in crimson |
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| Mists trailing over them |
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| I love you, / it's utterly hopeless |
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| Should you hide in the rock tomb |
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| Here I thought I was |
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| Whose husband this time |
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| In my garden, / are they petals of the damson |
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| Breezes blowing / through the little clump |
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| At my home / the bright dew fades |
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