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As in a Dream

Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew,
My drunken sleep left me no merrier.
I question one that raised the curtain, who
Replies: "The wild quince trees — are as they were."
             But no, but no!
Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow.

Notes

To the melody of "Ru Meng Lin"

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