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My country is broken, it landscape remains
Now spring has run riot in the city
I’m giddy with springtime, my tears splash the flowers
While birdsong jangles my lonely nerves
Three months, now, alarm fires have burned without break
I’d swap all my gold for a letter from home
I’m scratching away the last of my hair
It won’t hold my hatpin of rank any more
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