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by Michael Gray, translated from the Chinese by Michael Gray
悲歌
人们常说我当坐桥，
人家并不敢走过去，
搭讪如被海浪撞倒；
阵阵狂风吹你全部，
咱话语挂住碎步条。
Lament
You often say I am a bridge
yet fear the walk across,
chats rising like crushed waves;
vicious winds blow all you hold,
some words catching shreds of cloth.
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