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A millennium ago,
Heaven chose the north of the Han.
There they accumulated goodness and founded the state.
Oracles foretold a myriad years;
May your sons and grandsons reign unbroken.
But you can secure the dynasty only
When you worship heaven and benefit the people.
Ah, you who will wear the crown, beware.
Can you depend upon your ancestor
When you go hunting by the waters of the Lo?
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