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The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain;
Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River.
To-night I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons,
And glide down past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I can not see.
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