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Let's tread on fragrant grasses
and pick orchids and angelica.
Stop the boat, stop the boat!
What have I taken aboard
on my boat small as a leaf?
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Nothing except mist when I set sail,
when I row back, the moon.
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