| Catkins flying: floating white snow |
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| It breaks the heart, don't ask |
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| Startled awake, back from a dream |
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| Among men of plain clothes |
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| I pluck heng -herbs at the Chin-ling riverside |
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| In the northwestern pond there is a dragon-ox |
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| Where does the dragon-ox display its imposing form |
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| The Fog of night envelops the flowering trees |
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| I am a man of Chiang-nan |
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| Galloping around, north and south |
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