Tune: Spring in Peach-Blossom Land

Sweet flowers fall to dust when winds abate.

Tired, I won’t comb my hair for it is late.

Things are the same, but he’s no more and all is o’er.

Before I speak, how can my tears not pour!

‘Tis said at Twin Creek spring is not yet gone.

In a light boat I long to float thereon.

But I’m afraid the grief-o’erladen boat

Upon Twin Creek can’t keep afloat.

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