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Pretty chinese girls.
Blue arbor
In the middle of the river,
As wattled cage,
Where there live moths.
And from this arbor
I look at a dawn,
As branches shake,
Sometimes I look;
As branches shake,
As shuttles slide,
Bending around arbors
In the middle of the river.
At me in a dungeon
Bush of porcelain roses,
Metal bird
The tail shines with gold.
And, without trusting in baits,
I write on silk
Serene tanks
About love I melancholy.
My groom;
Let it be bald and tired,
It recently in the Canton
Passed all examinations.

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