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Her Weapons Are a Smile and a Little Fan
Her weapons are a smile and a little fan.
Sayonara, sayonara .
Her bent neck like that of a stork
Seeking a jewel of heart in the ground !
Her wisdom is folded sweet in her bosom.
Sayonara, sayonara . . .
Her flapping robe like a cloud
That follows a lyric of butterfly !
Her song is on her tips of naked feet.
Sayonara, sayonara . . .
Beat of her wooden clogs
Playing the unseen strings of love !