| 1 | On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song. | |
| 2 | Jino and the census form for a long time, still Xiebuchu a word, to the occasional inspiration; | |
| 3 | The voice of wayside pansies , that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines. | |
| 4 | None in response to Mr. Qian, while the other is loud warble: "rice Shushi drinking song of the peptide and the pillow, music also Among carry on." | |
| 5 | The vast space be full one song to ancient time to sing, a recluse spent years called ambilight. |
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