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Drunk I lie asleep,
what if the boat floats downstream?
Moor the boat, moor the boat!
Peach Blossom Spring is near,
pink petals leap on the stream.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
I am far away from red dust—
the world of men.
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