As a patch of white, obscured by clouds, I see
The nearly full moon, in this tired retiring city
While I walk below the big flowery tree
I'm chilled to the bones by the cold breeze
Li'l water droplets fall from the flowers and leaves
Upon me; now arms crossed, I shudder and freeze
Looking for an ivory tower, I wander solitarily
As it feigned to rain, the night is in tranquility.
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