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Cold come the waters down from that spring, |
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And overflow the bushy wolf's-tail grass, |
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Ah me! I awake and sigh, |
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Thinking of that capital of Zhou. |
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Cold come the waters down from that spring, |
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And overflow the bushy southernwood, |
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Ah me! I awake and sigh, |
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Thinking of that capital of Zhou. |
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Cold come the waters down from that spring, |
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And overflow the bushy divining plants, |
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Ah me! I awake and sigh, |
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Thinking of that capital-city. |
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Beautifully grew the fields of young millet, |
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Enriched by fertilizing rains. |
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The States had their sovereign, |
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And there was the chief of Xun to reward their princes. |