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Folk-song-styled-verse
Wang Wei
A SONG OF AN AUTUMN NIGHT
Under the crescent moon a light autumn dew
Has chilled the robe she will not change --
And she touches a silver lute all night,
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
Has chilled the robe she will not change --
And she touches a silver lute all night,
Afraid to go back to her empty room.
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