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To the melody of "Ru Meng Lin"
Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew, My drunken sleep left me no merrier. I question one that raised the curtain, who Replies: "The wild quince trees -- are as they were." But no, but no! Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow.
Li Ching Chao
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Read poems about / on: rose, rain, green, sleep, light, night, dream, tree, wind
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