| Forty li through Chü-yang Pass |
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| The Sage has the Six Classics |
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| All my friends can write them |
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| While an official, I never wrote lyrics |
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| Don't ask about the Six Dynasties of the Sui Palace |
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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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