Ancient Air #1
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How long since the "Elegantiae" were composed...
And, with my demise, who then shall carry on?
The airs of the kings:
given over to withered creeping vines,
And the Warring States:
overgrown with brambles and thorns,
........
I am determined to condense and retell,
The brilliance (my writings) emit
will illuminate a thousand springtimes.
Should an aspiring sage establish himself,
I will stop writing
when the "unicorn is caught."
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