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Po,
Li
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Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
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Written by:
Li
Po
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Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her
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