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Dreams of the Tang Dynasty #5

Everyone in the capitol is a poet,
No one in the capitol is a poet.
The poetry which kindled inside me,
Is buried now in an unmarked grave.
I thought I saw her face on the street,
But it must have been her ghost.
The mist creeps in over the mountains,
I wish I could disappear in it forever.
AD 872

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