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The Almond Blossoms of Chao Village

For fifteen long years,

Times without number

I have come

To see the red almond-blossoms

Open in the spring.



Now I am growing old—

I am all of seventy-three,

And it is hard for my old legs

To come thus far.



I fear that this time

Is the last,

And I have come

To bid the red blossoms of the almond

A long farewell

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