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Yu Mei Ren
(On the Pillow)
What is piled sorrow like upon the pillow?
It’s roaring seas of woe.
Why should the night be so dark and long?
Lonely, I sat up, counted cold stars, with my coat on.
Dawn found all my night thoughts gone,
Save the parting image of one.
The waning moon is westward moving,
How can my tears hold back my feeling?
