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Poet: Wang Anshi
Since opening the year in Yeongam, vegetation, magical birds cents.
Purple moss all the way through subterranean Tiao, thousands of slowly flowing down the cliff young Margaret.
Hill only Xiaoju shortage Chanshi, like all low-destroying idea feast.
Speech by heavy snow callous enough to Mo, Oriental incense have fate. |
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