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Слушать(AI)The Fan
Are you seventeen or eighteen?(1)Let me cherish you by all means.
Thin or thick you display a triangle,
Large or small I hold you with one hand.
The more it is hot the fresher you will submit,
Not enough love at night, daytime will make it.
Your cheeks are rose pink and give you grace,
Lords and kings love you because of your face.(1):
Seventeen or nineteen branches of the fan could be understood as seventeen or eighteen.
Ho Xuan Huong
Хо Суан Хыонг (вьетн. Hồ Xuân Hương, тьы-ном 胡春香)[1][2] — вьетнамская поэтесса, именуемая «царицей вьетнамской поэзии»
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