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120. ON HEARING THE FLUTE AT LO-CHENG ONE SPRING NIGHT
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��Whence comes this voice of the sweet bamboo,
Flying in the dark?
It flies with the spring wind,
Hovering over the city of Lo.
How memories of home come back to-night!
Hark! the plaintive tune of "Willow-breaking." . . . ±&
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��The "Willoxv-breaking" was a popular parting song. [169]
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