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16.Longing
Though I am in a foreign land,
Where a piercing north wind rages,
When I think of my sweetheart's face.
My heart is filled with the aroma of a sweet
spring.
Though the night is deep
And a heavy storm and rainfall come,
I walk in the spring garden.
Picturing the face of my sweetheart.
Whenever I call His name.
He holds my hand with an affection
That makes my heart soar in the blue sky.
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