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Don't cut the bamboo grass under the elm by the pond
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The Sedge of the marsh where irises bloom
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Those seven wise men of the past
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On the way to the lustrous shrine
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Like this I'll wait for you, my love
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I don't know how to say it, what to do about it
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This is the cloth I've woven for you
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You are like those scarves
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How ugly—take a good look at a man
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Even on spring days you work the fields
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