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Du Fu - Passing The Night At Headquarters
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Clear autumn at headquarters,
     wu-tung trees cold beside the well;
I spend the night alone in the river city,
using up all of the candles.
Sad bugle notes sound through the long night
     as I talk to myself;
glorious moon hanging in mid-sky
but who looks?

The endless dust-storm of troubles
     cuts off news and letters;
the frontier passes are perilous,
travel nearly impossible.

I have already suffered ten years,
     ten years of turmoil and hardship;
now I am forced to accept a perch
     on this one peaceful branch.*
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