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The male pheasant flies away ,
Lazily moving his wings .
The man of my heart ! —
He has brought on us this separation .

The pheasant has flown away ,
But from below, from above, comes his voice .
Ah ! the princely man ! —
He afflicts my heart .

Look at that sun and moon !
Long , long do I think .
The way is distant ;
How can he come to me ?

All ye princely men ,
Know ye not his virtuous conduct ?
He hates none ; he covets nothing ; —
What does he which is not good ?