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Came to the Golden Site, sold out the quilt, new replaced by
old, old replaced by bag.
A broken bag, not cover but spread, covered the breast, the knees
still outside.
Cold wind with snow, no rice neither fire, hungry inside, ghost
coming for the debt.
Ghost not forgives the poor, sold children outside, even the
children, not enough for the debt.
Freeze
to death, lying roadside, trampled by the Hades, bones left
outside, regret coming to the Golden Site.
----a folk song spread among the labors in Fushun |
