| This night to the west of the river-brim
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| This one-story inn at Nan-king ferry
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| Though a bugle breaks the crystal air of autumn
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| Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure
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| Though a shower bends the river-grass, a bird is singing
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| Though our envoy, Su Wu, is gone, body and soul
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| Though you think to return to this maze of mountains
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| Thoughtful elation has no end
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| Through the bright day up the mountain, we scan the sky for a war-torch
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| Throughout this dynasty no one had painted horses
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| Time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted
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| To find you, moved beyond the city
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| To your hermitage here on the top of the mountain
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| Together we officials climbed vermilion steps
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| Too young to have learned what sorrow means
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| Toward a mist upon the water
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| Under blue mountains we wound our way
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| Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
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| Walking along a little path
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| We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted
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| We used to be companions on the Kiang and the Han
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| What are you thinking as we part from one another
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| What shall I say of the Great Peak
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| When gaily the Emperor toured the south
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| When he was a youth of fifteen or twenty
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| When I questioned your pupil, under a pine-tree
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| When the Emperor came back from his ride, they had murdered Lady Yang
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| When the Emperor sought guidance from wise men, from exiles
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| When the moon has coloured half the house
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| When the moonlight, reaching a tree by the gate
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| When this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Ts'ai
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| When those red berries come in springtime
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| Where a yellow river climbs to the white clouds
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| Where, before me, are the ages that have gone
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| Where is the temple of the famous Premier
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| Where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven
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| Where tender grasses rim the stream
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| Where the sun has entered the western hills
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| While a cold wind is creeping under my mat
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| While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost
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