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The male pheasant flies away, | |
Lazily moving his wings. | |
The man of my heart! -- | |
He has brought on us this separation. | |
The pheasant has flown away, | |
But from below, from above, comes his voice. | |
Ah! the princely man! -- | |
He afflicts my heart. | |
Look at that sun and moon! | |
Long, long do I think. | |
The way is distant; | |
How can he come to me? | |
All ye princely men, | |
Know ye not his virtuous conduct? | |
He hates none; he covets nothing; -- | |
What does he which is not good? |
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