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The swallows go flying about, |
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With their wings unevenly displayed. |
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The lady was returning [to her native state], |
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And I escorted her far into the country. |
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I looked till I could no longer see her, |
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And my tears fell down like rain. |
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The swallows go flying about, |
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Now up, now down. |
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The lady was returning [to her native state], |
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And far did I accompany her. |
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I looked till I could no longer see her, |
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And long I stood and wept. |
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The swallows go flying about; |
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From below, from above, comes their twittering. |
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The lady was returning [to her native state], |
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And far did I escort her to the south. |
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I looked till I could no longer see her, |
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And great was the grief of my heart. |
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Lovingly confiding was lady Zhong; |
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Truly deep was her feeling. |
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Both gentle was she and docile, |
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Virtuously careful of her person. |
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In thinking of our deceased lord, |
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She stimulated worthless me. |