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NAN YOU JIA YU

In the south is the barbel,
And, in multitudes, they are taken under baskets.
The host has spirits,
On which his admirable quests feast with him joyfully.
In the south is the barbel,
And, in multitudes, they are taken with wicker nets.
The host has spirits,
On which his admirable quests feast with him, delighted.
In the south are trees with curved drooping branches,
And the sweet gourds cling to them.
The host has spirits,
On which his admirable quests feast with him cheerfully.
The Filial doves keep flying about,
Coming in multitudes.
The host has spirits,
On which his admirable quests feast with him again and again.
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