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The troops brought enough suffering to the people;
now again comes the grief of red-feathered arrows!
Winds have raised waves on the distant seas,
and the tides flow in, swelling T'ai-hu Lake!
Heaven must burst from the drums and trumpets;
those killer-whales never seem to stop!
Here, the peach blossoms hide scenes of war:
do not ask for a fishing boat now!
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