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Among the pale-pink blossoms
Of the peach
I see again your lovely face,
And in the wind-stirred leaves
Of the willow trees
Is the curve
Of your slender brow.
The sun sinks slowly
In the western hills
And the moon climbs
The eastern sky.
The pearl has vanished
In the dragon's cave
And leaves no trace behind.
Your mirror still hangs
By our marriage bed—
But to whom can I tell my tale ?
Nothing is left—
Only mournful dreams
Through long nights
Of mist and rain.
I cannot bear this bitterness,
This solitude and grief.
My longing is never-ending,
And I wait
Till we meet again.
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