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The sky-blue waits for the misty rain.
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Spring is a romantic poem
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Mottled colors, blurred yet familiar
A few strokes of pale ink, myriad layers of misty haze
The clouds seem to yearn for her garments, the flowers for her face.
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Not showing myself to the mortal world, I lean by the mirror, weighed down by springtime sorrow.
"Drunk, I didn't realize the sky was mirrored in the water; my boat filled with clear dreams gently
"She was born too noisy, yet her farewell was the quietest."
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This sorrow stretches endlessly without end.
How can one withstand the fierce evening wind?
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