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Wrap the steamed rice in lotus leaves,
you need no other viands.
Hoist anchor, hoist anchor!
I've already got my blue arum hat,
bring me, boy, my green straw cape.
Chigukch'ong chigukch'ong osawa.
Mindless gulls come and go;
do they follow me, or I them?
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