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In the low wet grouds is the carambola tree; |
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Soft and pliant are its branches, |
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With the glossiness of tender beauty. |
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I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without consciousness. |
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In the low, damp grounds is the carambola tree; |
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Soft and delicate are its flowers, |
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With the glossiness of its tender beauty. |
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I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without a family. |
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In the low, damp grounds is the carambola tree; |
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Soft and delicate is its fruit, |
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With the glossiness of its tender beauty. |
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I should rejoice to be like you, [O tree], without a household. |