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In the low, wet grounds, the mulberry trees are beautiful, |
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And their leaves are luxuriant. |
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When I see the princely men, |
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How great is the pleasure! |
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In the low, wet grounds, the mulberry trees are beautiful, |
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And their leaves are glossy. |
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When I see the princely men, |
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How can I be other than glad? |
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In the low, wet grounds, the mulberry trees are beautiful, |
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And their leaves are dark. |
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When I see the princely men, |
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Their virtuous fame draws them close [to my heart]. |
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In my heart I love them, |
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And why should I not say so? |
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In the core of my heart I keep them, |
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And never will forget them. |