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By the shores of that marsh, |
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There are rushes and lotus plants. |
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There is the beautiful lady; -- |
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I am tortured for her, but what avails it? |
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Waking or sleeping, I do nothing; |
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From my eyes and nose the water streams. |
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By the shores of that marsh, |
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There are rushes and the valerian. |
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There is the beautiful lady; |
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Tall and large, and elegant. |
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Waking or sleeping, I do nothing; |
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My inmost heart is full of grief. |
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By the shores of that marsh, |
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There are rushes and lotus flowers. |
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There is the beautiful lady; |
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Tall and large, and majestic. |
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Waking or sleeping, I do nothing; |
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On my side, on my back, with my face on the pillow, I lie. |