| Longing for my Stray Hawk |
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| On river flats, too |
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| Like the crane whose cry |
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| I can bear / not seeing you |
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| Flocks of birds are singing |
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| How awesome / the imperial command |
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| Spring garden, The / shimmers in crimson |
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| Mists trailing over them |
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| I love you, / it's utterly hopeless |
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| Should you hide in the rock tomb |
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