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If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love

In the earth—the earth—thou shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee

A thunderstorm burst over the earth,
So a devil rose from a heap of white bones
The deluded monk was not beyond the light,
But the malignant demon must wreak havoc

I still remember our drinking tea in
And your asking for verses in Chongqing as the leaves yellowed
Back in the old capital after thirty-one years,
At the season of falling flowers I read your polished lines

White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;
Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills
Once they speckled the bamboos with their profuse tears,
Now they are robbed in rose-red clouds

HE - Your breast on my breast,
Eh
We could go,
With our nostrils full of air,

OW deep within each human heart,
A thousand treasured feelings lie;
Things precious, delicate, apart,
Too sensitive for human eye

I lost my proud Poplar and you your Willow,
Poplar and Willow soar to the Ninth Heaven
Wu Gang, asked what he can give,
Serves them a laurel brew

On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,
Humming without cease,
Sometimes shrilling,
Sometimes moaning

The night was long and dawn came slow to the Crimson Land
For a century demons and monsters whirled in a wild dance,
And the five hundred million people were disunited
Now the rooster has crowed and all under heaven is bright,