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Poem	Late years approach drag out Return home little happy interest Darling son not leave knee Fear I again but go Remember past very pursue cool Therefore round pool beside tree Whistling north wind strong Think of things trouble hundred worry Rely know grain millet harvest Already perceive grain press pour Now enough pour and drink Short time use comfort late in life I'm late in years, and only marking time, Returning home, I find but little joy. My darling son now will not leave my knee, He's scared that I will go away again. I remember when we used to seek the coolth, And wound between the trees beside the pool. The soughing and sighing of the north wind's strong, I'm thinking of a hundred different worries. At least I know the millet harvest's good, Already I hear the grain press trickle. For now I have enough to pour and drink, I use it to get comfort near the end.
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