Book of Songs: Poems of Wey
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From the marshes by the Fen River, while I’m gathering wild herbs, I see the overseer of the emperor’s chariots pass by. He’s the most beautiful young man I’ve ever seen. He’s so different from common people like me. His beauty is like a flower, delicate and fragrant. His beauty is like a flower, soon to fall and wither.