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Wang Seng-ju 


Sixth Century, A.D.

Tears

High o'er the hill the moon barque steers. The lantern lights depart. Dead springs are stirring in my heart; And there are tears. . . . But that which makes my grief more deep Is that you know not when I weep.

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