I came here a wandererthinking of home,remembering my far away Ch'ang-an.
And then, from deep in Yellow Crane Pavillion,
I heard a beautiful bamboo fluteplay "Falling Plum Blossoms."It was late spring in a city by the river. Li T'ai-po tr.
Hamil
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