Gao Shi, Tang Dynasty ... Blades clash; half the men lie slain, Yet in the tents, songs rise again. Autum…
Gao Shi, Tang Dynasty
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Blades clash; half the men lie slain,
Yet in the tents, songs rise again.
Autumn sands turn sere and gold,
The sinking sun warms a fortress cold.
Favored generals, blind with pride,
Misjudge the foe on every side.
Though all their strength they still unite,
The mountains stand, unyielding might.
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