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Spring in Jiang Nan
A warbler whistles over green the grass inlaid with red,
Over rivery hillsides, banners flutter heralding new brew,
Forty dozens temples the Southern Dynasty has boasted,
Screened by the drizzling rain, towers loom in dim view.
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