| A Traveler, I've been through a thousand changes |
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| Clusters of cold-weather blossoms |
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| In a hidden spot on the northern mountain |
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| Narcissus and chrysanthemum |
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| Cotton blankets let in the cold |
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| Pavilions of dance, terraces of song |
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| My thoughts flow in streams around this tower |
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| Willow catkins beyond the garden wait for evening tides |
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| The Rebels' cavalry are everywhere |
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| The Bird in flight parts from the old wood |
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