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Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

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Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice