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Yi-I.
Three moons have faded since I told my soul
This sorrow cannot see another moon.
But spring came and the withered grass was green,
Came yellow violets and a later moon.
The great rains fell. The mountain torrents roared.
Then, in the hush that follows after rain,
Green frogs sang shrilly in my garden well.
But, still, tears fall.