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ON A MOONLIGHT NIGHT
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Far off in Fu-chou she is watching the moonlights,
Watching it alone from the window of her chamber--
For our boy and girl, poor little babes,
Are too young to know where the Capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist,
Her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
...When shall we lie again, with no more tears,
Watching this bright light on our screen?
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