Waters from the hill, drift past the plain. Alone I roam, across the open land. Waters from the hill, cry sof…

Waters from the hill, drift past the plain. Alone I roam, across the open land. Waters from the hill, cry softly and low. I gaze toward Qin, my heart sinks with woe.

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