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Beneath a cold lantern at inn the lonesome me could not sleep;
why was I saddened by homesickness that had become so deep?
My loved one far back home must be likewise missing me tonight,
untill in the new year when more grey hairs of mine catch her sight.
PS Obviously, the author wrote the poem on some LUNAR new year eve, not on the SOLAR new year eve like the one of today. Anyway, I wish all of us have a propitious 2021!
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