Book of Songs: Poems of Yong
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The two have grown old together. She’s graceful and dignified; her jade and ivory are arresting; her robes flow like rivers from the mountains. She’s a gift to all the commoners in her village. His hair is white, but hers remains as black as sin. Who knows what evil is too evil for her?