| Since I no longer think |
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| How lonely, the light of the moon |
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| In a mountain village |
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| Gazing at this moon |
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| When I Was Living in Saga, I and Others Wrote Poems in a Light Vein |
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| The Moon Seen on a Journey |
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| Just to play |
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| Inscribed on My Pine Study |
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| Song of Myself |
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| Getting Drunk with Li Eleventh, Thinking of Yüan Ninth |
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