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In utter chaos no sooner were you born
than the family had to flee along the roads.
Afraid of your crying, I thought of abandoning you;
each time we escaped, my love for you would grow!
Children are crushed in times of disaster;
shields and halberds threaten young lives.
Rise and fall — these affect the world:
remembering, my feelings of sorrow grow.
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