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Last year we bade adieu
Outside the town;
Snow flew like willow down.
This year spring dies,
Like snow willow down flies,
But I can't come back to see you.
The screen uprolled, to wine I invite the moon bright;
Through the window the breeze brings in dew.
The Moon Goddess seems to care
For the swallows in pair.
She sheds her light
Into their dream on painted beam.
