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Ho Xuan Huong - On Sharing A Husband
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Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other`s cold.

Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
once or twice a month, oh, it`s like nothing.

You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
but the rice is rotten.  You slave like the maid,

but without pay.  If I had known how it would go
I think I would have lived alone.
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