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Li Bai - In Spring
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Your grasses up north are as blue as jade, 
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; 
And at last you think of returning home, 
Now when my heart is almost broken.... 
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, 
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
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