| Winter day, A: frozen on horseback, a shadow |
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| He does not come, but I wait |
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| Not like an ordinary cloud |
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| When there's love as unrecognized as a lily |
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| Here again, another useless sign of the floating world |
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| The Plain of Heaven, think of it |
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| While we bring to dawn the flower and the moon |
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| How can I forget? — spring hazes lost |
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| Regarding my infants as friends from old days |
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| Yearning for the moon hazy |
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