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Kingfishers nest on South Sea islands,
Male and female in vermilion-colored groves.
How would they know the minds of fair ladies
Who cherish them far more than gold?
Their bodies slain in the land of burning sun;
Their feathers cast in a dark corner in a jade hall.
Resplendent, they glitter as hair ornaments;
Lush, they decorate the embroidered quilt.
It isn't that you can't keep your distance:
A forest official's net will suddenly seek you out.
To be born with talents is to invite disaster:
I heave a sigh at this fabulous bird.
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