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Longing for a
Distant Love
The bright moon casts its glow on high,
Its light, in waves, goes passing
by.
Above, a woman filled with woe,
Sighs and laments with sorrow's
flow.
"Pray tell, who is it that bemoans,
And speaks of her grief in heavy
tones?"
"It is the wife of Dang," they
say,
"Whose husband's been gone many a
day.
"For over ten long years, he's been away,
And his lonely wife's left to
stay.
He's like the road that's clean
and clear,
While she's the muddy, murky
mere.
"Their paths have taken different turns,
When will they meet, fate
overturns?
Oh, may I be the southwest
breeze,
And in his loving arms, find
peace.
"But if his heart's forever closed,
To what poor fate will I be
disposed?" |
