| Not stopping to mark the trail |
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| Pampas Grass Thick on the Path |
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| Since I no longer think |
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| How lonely, the light of the moon |
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| In a mountain village |
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| Gazing at this moon |
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| When I Was Living in Saga, I and Others Wrote Poems in a Light Vein |
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| This stream that / through the years |
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| On Old Age, to Send to Meng-te |
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| Inscribed on My Pine Study |
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