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枯藤老树昏鸦，Over old trees wreathed with rotten vines fly evening crows;
小桥流水人家。Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows;
古道西风瘦马，On ancient road in the west wind a lean horse goes.
夕阳西下，Westward declines the sun;
断肠人在天涯。Far, far from home is the heartbroken one.
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