Before my bed a pool of light,
O can it be frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned
Before my bed a pool of light,
O can it be frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned
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