| 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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| This morning the air is fine for Ch'ing-ming |
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| Three feet of mud in this narrow alley |
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| Master Cheng is thirty — and doesn't have a job! |
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| Willow catkins, white as cotton |
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| Desolate poems of chaotic times — could I bear |
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