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Folk-song-styled-verse
Lu Lun
BORDER-SONGS II
The woods are black and a wind assails the grasses,
Yet the general tries night archery --
And next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow
Pointed deep in the hard rock.
Yet the general tries night archery --
And next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow
Pointed deep in the hard rock.
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