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Autumn comes to a river village,
the fishes are many and sleek.
Hoist anchor, hoist anchor!
Let's be free and happy
on myriad acres of limpid waves.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Behind me the dusty world, but
joy doubles as I sail farther way.
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