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White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;

Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills.

Once they speckled the bamboos with their profuse tears,

Now they are robbed in rose-red clouds.

Dongting Lake's snow-topped waves surge skyward;

The long isle reverberates with earth-shaking song.

And I am lost in dreams, untrammelled dreams,

Of the land of hibiscus glowing in the morning sun.