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Alone now in a strange country, feeling myself a stranger, On this bright festival day I doubly pine for my kinsfolk. Far away, I know my brothers will be climbing the heights With dogwood sprays in their jackets, and one man missing!
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Thinking of My Brothers in Shantung on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month
Alone now in a strange country, feeling myself a stranger, On this bright festival day I doubly pine for my kinsfolk. Far away, I know my brothers will be climbing the heights With dogwood sprays in their jackets, and one man missing!
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