| In this lodging |
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| Willow in the Rain |
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| On a little ridge |
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| I'll forget the trail |
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| I look out |
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| If only I could |
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| Sheath of spreading |
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| Submit to you |
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| I've Collected and Arranged My Poems in a Work in Fifteen Chapters. I'm Inscribing this at the End of the Work, and as a Joke Sending Copies to Yüan Ninth and Li Twentieth |
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| No seaweed in this bay |
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