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Let's stop angling and see
the moon through the bamboo awning.
Drop anchor, drop anchor!
Night settles,
the cuckoo sings a sweet song.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
The heart shouts its peak of joy,
I have lost my way in the dark.
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