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Yearning on the Tower
I lean against the tower, the wind so fine,
Gazing into the distance, the spring sorrow,
Dimly rising to the edge of the sky,
Amid the grass and smoke, the glow's shallow.
No words to express my heart's yearning,
Who can understand my lingering thoughts ?
I want to drink and be wild, carefree and daring,
Sing to the wine, but pleasure comes to naught.
My belt is loosened, but I have no regret,
I am consumed by my love and desire,
For her sake, I am willing to suffer and fret,
My youth and beauty, I am willing to tire. |
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fret |
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to be nervous or worried |
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