| 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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| Of my flesh and blood, only one remains |
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| I planned to get drunk to ease my sadness |
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| Pines and cedars, a hundred feet of green, clinging to the earth |
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| One morning I call for a sedan-chair man |
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| I've given up poetry — mdash;I have no new manuscripts |
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