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A cypress boat
Midstream afloat.
Two tufts of hair over his forehead,
He is my mate to whom I’ll wed.
I swear I won’t change my mind till I’m dead.
Heaven and mother,
Why don’t you understand another?
A cypress boat
By riverside afloat.
Two tufts of hair over his forehead,
He is my only mate to whom I’ll wed.
I swear I won’t change my mind though dead.
Heaven and mother,
Why don’t you understand another?