Knowing beauty my misfortune,
I face my mirror with a sigh.
To please a fastidious emperor,
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Birds flock and sing when the wind is warm,
Flower-shadows climb when the sun is high—
And year after year girls in the south
Are picking hibiscus, dreaming of love!