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"At the time of my birth, the land was at peace, But later, the Han Dynasty fell into decline. Heaven is unkind, allowing wars, suffering, separation; Earth is unkind, that I should have to live at such a time. Weapons of war are everywhere, making the roads perilous. Soldiers and people fleeing to exile, suffering together. The land, billowing clouds of smoke and dust, is a prisoner of the Hu. Integrity and willpower have disappeared. I cannot accept the vulgar barbarous customs, Humiliated and abused, to whom can I turn? I sing to my hujia and qin, But no one knows my anger and my grief."
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