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Heavy lies the dew; |
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Nothing but the sun can dry it. |
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Happily and long into the night we drink; -- |
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Till all are drunk, there is no retiring. |
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Heavy lies the dew; |
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On that luxuriant grass. |
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Happily and long into the night we drin. |
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In the honoured apartment we complete our carousal. |
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Heavy lies the dew; |
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On those willows and jujube trees. |
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Distinguished and true are my noble quests, -- |
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Every one of excellent virtue. |
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From the Tong and the Yi, |
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Their fruit hangs down. |
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Happy and self-possessed are my noble quests, -- |
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Every one of them of excellent deportment. |
Published
by The Institute for Advanced Technology in the Humanities, © Copyright 2003
by Anne Kinney and the University of Virginia