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Layers of drapes in my Mochou Bower had rolled down,
but sleep did not come throughout the whole night long
Once an illusive tryst with King of Chu was nothing but a dream,
I am a maid without any one accompanying me the years on and on.
As a feeble twig of water chestnut amid the strong wind blowing,
and as a fragrant bay tree leaf but without any scent emitting.
Although I know it is no use yearning love forever,
on my mind I would rather let the malancholy continue abiding.
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