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Sound of pestles reverberating in the night Singing resonates under the moonlight Grinding rice, accompanied by the pounding Gentle and full, the rhythm varies As you stroll on the levee path Listening to enchanting folk songs Won’t you come in, my love, Though it’s late, I’d still take you home, I’d still take you home
