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On moonlit steps, oh, all
The cherry blossoms fall.
Lounging upon her ivory bed, she looks sad
For the same regret this day last year she had.
Like languid cloud looks her disheveled head;
With tears is wet her corset red.
For whom is she lovesick?
Drunk, she dreams with the window curtain thick.