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Look at the Luo, |
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With its waters broad and deep. |
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Thither has come our lord, |
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In whom all happiness and dignity are concentrated. |
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Red are his madder-dyed knee covers, |
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In which he might raise his six armies. |
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Look at the Luo, |
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With its waters broad and deep. |
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Thither has our lord come, |
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The gems at his scabbard ' s mouth all-gleaming. |
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May our lord live myriads of years, |
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Preserving his House! |
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Look at the Luo, |
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With its waters broad and deep. |
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Thither has our lord come, |
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In whom all happiness and dignities are united. |
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May our lord live myriads of years, |
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Preserving his clans and States! |