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泪湿罗巾梦不成
夜深前殿按歌声
红颜未老恩先断
斜倚熏笼坐到明
The Deserted
Her kerchief soaked with tears, she can nor dream nor sleep,
But overhears band music waft when night is deep.
Her rosy face outlasts the favour of the king;
She leans on her perfumed bed till morning birds sing.
