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Let's spread our net out on the sand
and lie under the thatched awning.
Moor the boat, moor the boat!
Fan off mosquitoes,
no, flies are worse.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Only one worry: even here,
traitors might eavesdrop.
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