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Where is he now, in his soiled shirt reeking of garlic, / Sculling his sampan home, and night approaching fast- / The red sail hanging wrinkled on the bamboo mast;
Where is he now, I shall remember my whole life long / With love and praise, for the sake of a small song
Played on a Chinese flute?
I have been sad;
I have been in cities where the song was all I had,- / A treasure never to be bartered by the hungry days.
Where is he now, for whom I carry in my heart / This love, this praise?