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A matchless beauty sings a matchless song,
Her teeth are white and bright, and she stands long.
The hall is taken in sullen atmosphere;
The music soaring high to the blue sphere.
The pale moon shines the riverside city,
And is floating in the night of serenity.
The dotard mourns for his declining years;
The brave's face is washed in bitter tears.
The jade cup is untouched for a long time,
I am lost to the precious pipes' chime.
Don't think that the audience are very tired;
All, fool and wise alike, their hearts have died.
Did e'er the ancient person outstanding
Wait for but one friend with good understanding?
I heard that there was a songster Qin Qing,
Who had made the world give ear to listen.
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