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The mourner's heart is going to break on his way。
Where can a wineshop be found to drown his sad hours?
A cowherd points to a cot 'mid apricot flowers。
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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day;
The mourner's heart is going to break on his way。
Where can a wineshop be found to drown his sad hours?
A cowherd points to a cot 'mid apricot flowers。
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Upon the Clear-and-Bright Feast of spring, the rain drizzleth down in spray。
Pedestrians on countryside ways, in gloom are pinning away。
When asked "Where a tavern fair for rest, is hereabouts to be found",
The shepherd boy the Apricot Bloom Vill, doth point to afar and say。
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It drizzles endless during the rainy season in spring,
Travelers along the road look gloomy and miserable。
When I ask a shepherd boy where I can find a tavern,
He points at a distant hamlet nestling amidst apricot blossoms。
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The ceaseless drizzle drips all the dismal day,
So broken-hearted fares the traveler on the way。
When asked where could be found a tavern bower,
A cowboy points to yonder village of the apricot flower。
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It drizzles thick and fast on the Mourning Day,
The mourner's heart is going to break on his way。
When asked for a wineshop to drown his sad hours?
A cowboy points to a hamlet amid apricot flowers。
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