Anon.
Why did you fade into the dawn so soon?
Far, far away beyond the yellow hill
So-Tong-pa made a thousand songs for you,
Yet could not hold you when the morning dew
Fled from the grass. Men dream about you still.
Where are you now, O little Rising Moon?
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