I compose a new song and drink a cup of wine
In the bower of last year when weather is as fine.
When will you come back like the sun on the decline?
Deeply I sigh for the fallen flowers in vain;
Vaguely I seem to know the swallows come again.
Loitering on the garden path, I alone remain.
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