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Brush in rocks, draw a stream
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By nature I love to dress my hair
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What can I do, I love you so much!
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The River Ching flows rapidly
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Crossing the ridge, the woodcutter loses his way
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The Earthquake covered Shansi and Shensi
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Floating, floating, the river waters
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This crazy man has escaped the world
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I shake my robe — and mists disperse, leaving clear autumn sky
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As flowers fall at the river city, memories come to me
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