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Five-character-quatrain
Liu Changqing
ON HEARING A LUTE-PLAYER
Your seven strings are like the voice
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.
Of a cold wind in the pines,
Singing old beloved songs
Which no one cares for any more.
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