| I don't know how to say it, what to do about it |
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| This is the cloth I've woven for you |
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| You are like those scarves |
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| How ugly—take a good look at a man |
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| Even on spring days you work the fields |
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| If I'd known you were coming, love |
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| A Gem that gleams at night it may be |
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| Who has broken the tops of the reeds in the port? |
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| You hook it, but it's no fun |
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| If I enjoy myself in this world |
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