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Where could I drown my sorrow in this spring?
Rowing boat on River Wu, I beheld the wineshop on the shore, inviting.
Across the bridges of attraction, when wind blew hour to hour, and rain fell shower by shower.
When would I go home to wash my weathered raiment,
fine-tuning my silver lute, lighting up the heart-shaped incense in plate?
Time was drawing on easily, just as spring cheery became red, and soon banana turned green.
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