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I felt such love for you,
you were more than a wet nurse to me!
But I regret that my success came so late,
and my shame before you lasted so long.
The road to the Yellow Springs is long and difficult,
and I am old now, unseemly with my white hair.
I have an official's salary now,
but it cannot compare with that single rice cake
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