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Where white clouds rise,
branches rustle.
Raise sail, raise sail!
Let's go to West Lake at high tide,
and at low water to East Lake.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
White clover ferns and pink knotweeds—
they adorn every inlet.
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