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Qing Shang Yuan · The Man of the Rotted Axe Handle
The wind stops, the urgent waves entwine their necks; the passes and rivers press and hurry the farewell on. The road ahead runs south, runs north; deep in the night watch I wake on a lonely pillow.
Still I say: take care, take the greatest care — courting your dislike, this feeling surges up. This going has no date of return; all that needless coaxing, day after weary day.
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