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Many are the hues on hills today; | |||
The mind dances, and earrings sway. | |||
Come on, let's all go together; | |||
Let us go and gather flowers. | |||
Crossing cotton-forest trails, | |||
We race over stony fields. | |||
Shunning the wharfinger's mooring, | |||
We'll go for [[:wikipedia:Bauhinia|bauhinia]], | |||
Bearing flowers on our hairbuns. | |||
There's no end to our trek; | |||
Motion is the gist of life. | |||
Dancing, singing, we go ahead, | |||
Happiness filling our mind. | |||
When we don't find flowers, | |||
Our mind, it grows anxious. | |||
And so whenever we go forth, | |||
There | We carry flowers with us. | ||
we go | |||
so | |||
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