Bo-zhou: Like a Lonely Bark

Like a lonely bark
In the stream I be,
My curly-haired lad
Was the mate for me!
To the death I will widowed be!
Oh! gentle mother!
Why urge another?

Like a drifting bark,
I helpless move,
My curly-haired lad
Was my only love!
To the death I will faithful prove!
Oh! nature's mother!
Why urge another?
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