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O you, with the blue collar, | |
Prolonged is the anxiety of my heart. | |
Although I do not go [to you], | |
Why do you not continue your messages [to me]? | |
O you with the blue [strings to your] girdle-gems, | |
Long, long do I think of you. | |
Although I do not go [to you], | |
Why do you not come [to me]? | |
How volatile are you and dissipated, | |
By the look-out tower on the wall! | |
One day without the sight of you, | |
Is like three months. |
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