| The Season of Shadow |
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| White Horses |
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| Was I Not Made for Love? |
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| On Spending Some Time at the Bai'an Pavilion |
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| Looking at Stone Drum Mountain |
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| Watching the New Moon, I Compose These Verses to Show to My Fellow-Travelers, Stranded with Me |
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| The Tumbleweed that leaves its root and stock |
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| At Sunset I Strolled |
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| Driving My Chariot Through the Northern Suburbs Gate |
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| Winter Dawn |
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