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��86. THE SPORT-FELLOWS
You had a yellow steed, Mine was white. Their colors differed, Our hearts were one.
We two gay blades of Lo-yang,
Rode the city street, side by side,
Flaunting our high head-gears gallantly,
Our long swords glancing in the sun.
Each had a fur coat on, worth a thousand guilders;
Both were guests of the five princes.
Now you have fallen as a tiger falls in a trap-hole; And suffer miserably as strong men must sometimes. But when you, my comrade, are so distressed, What avails me if I alone can flourish?
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