| Ten days of wind and rain, depressing darkness! |
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| Today I am a farmer in the fields |
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| Fifth day of the fifth month |
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| Galloping around, north and south |
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| As I grow old, and weaker grow my eyes |
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| By nature I love to dress my hair |
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| What can I do, I love you so much! |
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| You and I are like birds in a forest |
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| I still remember Conch-Shell Slope, west of the River Tzu |
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| Through the windy valley |
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