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Du Fu - Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night
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Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads -
At the frontier it`s autumn; a wild-goose cries.
This is a night in which dew becomes frost;
The moon is bright like it used to be at home.

I have brothers, but they`re scattered;
My home`s broken up; are they dead or alive?
If letters are sent, they never arrive;
This war that separates us seems unending.
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