| 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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| This little courtyard — mdash;the wind is pure |
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| Floating threads of spider webs hang |
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| A Fine breeze blows through the temple halls |
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| The Day drags on, as long as a year! |
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