| 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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| When the wind is gentle |
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| Last year, with jade hands, you offered cups of tea |
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| I gaze at this, my hometown |
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| As old age approaches |
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| Among red leaves and green mountains, white clouds fly |
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| Of all the famous Hangchou sights |
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