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Green green the willowed road
The road where they are separating
A loved son off for far provinces
Old parents left at home
He must go or they could not live
But his going revives their grief
A charge to his brothers—gently
A word to the neighbours—softly
A last drink at the gates
And then he takes leave of his friends
Tears dried, he must catch up his companions
Swallowing grief, he sets his carriage in motion
At last the carriage passes out of sight
But still at times there's the dust thrown up from the road
I too, long ago, said good-bye to my family
And when I see this, my handkerchief is wet with tears.
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