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I pray you, Mr. Zhong, |
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Do not come leaping into my hamlet; |
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Do not break my willow trees. |
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Do I care for them? |
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But I fear my parents. |
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You, O Zhong, are to be loved, |
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But the words of my parents, |
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Are also to be feared. |
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I pray you, Mr. Zhong, |
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Do not come leaping over my wall; |
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Do not break my mulberry trees. |
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Do I care for them? |
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But I fear the words of my brothers. |
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You, O Zhong, are to be loved, |
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But the words of my brothers, |
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Are also to be feared. |
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I pray you, Mr. Zhong, |
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Do not come leaping into my garden; |
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Do not break my sandal trees. |
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Do I care for them? |
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But I dread the talk of people. |
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You, O Zhong, are to be loved, |
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But the talk of people, |
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Is also to be feared. |