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