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Look! My snail-shell hut
with white clouds all around.
Bring the boat ashore, bring the boat ashore!
Let's climb the stone path
with bulrush fan in hand.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
O idle life of an old angler,
this is my work, this is my life.
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