Li Shang-yin
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Falling Petals
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Gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank,
And petals, confused in my little garden,
Zigagging down my crooked path,
Escort like dancers the setting sun.
Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away?
To a sad-eyed watcher they never return.
Heart's fragrance is spent with the ending of spring
And nothing left but a tear-stained robe.
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