| Late at night / looking out from the Uji landing |
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| Gwan! Gwan! Cry the Fish Hawks |
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| Tenement house |
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| Waiting for what? |
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| Mountain wind, The / has finished tossing |
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| On the storm's freezing blast |
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| White dew, The / come from no one knows where |
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| The Wind / that for a time blew so wildly |
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| A Poem on My Old Age, to Show to My Family |
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| I'd have it first one way, then the reverse |
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