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��51. PARTING AT CHING-MEN

Faring far across the river-narrow of Ching-men

I have come with you into the land of Chu.

Here ends the mountain-range that stretches along the

plain, While the river flowing on, enters the distant heavens. Now under the moon like a mirror flying through the

sky, And the rising clouds that build palaces and towers, I bid you farewell. Ten thousand li you sail away, But it is the waters of the home river that bear you on.

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