| When I see the moonlight pouring |
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| Autumn mists / don't rise up this morning! |
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| Because I loved someone |
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| Cherry flowers, / the image of |
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| Even before they fall |
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| Even in the roaring torrent |
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| Song of the Lute |
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| After the Last Light of the Setting Sun Had Vanished, the Moon Shone in My Window |
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| Yüan Wei-chih and I Are Both Old and Heirless, a Fact We've Lamented in Words and Touched on in Our Poetry |
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| Mount Yoshino / looking at pines awhile |
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