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Till peonies bloom, I shall be waiting for my spring.
When peonies have all fallen, Then shall I mourn for the lost spring.
On a May day, a hot summer day,
Even the fallen petals withered;
No peony could be seen anywhere
in the world,
And my towering hope sadly crumbled.
With the falling of peonies my year ends.I weep away the rest of the year.
Till peonies bloom,I shall still be waiting
For the spring of glorious sorrow.

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