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��87. THE DANCING GIRL A^.
With her limpid voice, Her pearly teeth revealing, The northern maid, the prettiest child, Sings "Downy grasses," instead of "Blue water." Then, brushing her face with her long sleeve, she rises for your sake.
She dances like the winter-cloud that curls over the
frothy sea; She dances like the wild fowl of Tartary, wind-blown
toward the sky.
The kingly hall is full of radiant faces; the pleasure
will not end. With sundown the flute sounds thicken, and the mellow
voices of the singing girls.
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