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A Traveler, I've been through a thousand changes
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Clusters of cold-weather blossoms
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In a hidden spot on the northern mountain
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Narcissus and chrysanthemum
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Cotton blankets let in the cold
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Pavilions of dance, terraces of song
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My thoughts flow in streams around this tower
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Willow catkins beyond the garden wait for evening tides
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The Rebels' cavalry are everywhere
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The Bird in flight parts from the old wood
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