Long divided by river and sea,
For years we two have failed to meet—
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With a catch in the throat, we ask how old we are.
. . . Our single lamp shines, through cold and wet,
On a bamboo-thicket sheathed in rain;
But forgetting the sadness that will come with tomorrow,
Let us share the comfort of this farewell wine.