Ancient Chinese poem from Book of Songs 1500 b.c.
Out nt he bushlands a creeper grows,
the falling dew lies thick upon it.
There was a man so lovely,
Clear brow well rounded.
By chance I came across him,
And he let me have my will.
Out in the bushlands a creeper grows.
The falling dew lies heavy on it,
There was a man so lovely,
Well rounded his
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