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| The white man. The white man he call me sun, like rising beacon of our forefathers. | |
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| Ah yes. Confucius say a man label another man "sun" when that second man serve as a guiding light for first man... | |
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| ... but this white man, I think you boy 'cause he saw your face in my slai cho. | |
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