A toad peeps at the moon when geese fly
Spring grass grows in an old stud's mind's eye
Herbs know not my feelings I sigh
White hair in mirror, vainly I cry
Time waits not for this sad heart to die
City gate hangs No Battle sign high
To challenge the foe should not I
Look for battle horses neighing nigh
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