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"Small country, few people Let them have many weapons but not use them Let the people regard death seriously And not migrate far away Although they have boats and chariots They have no need to take them Although they have armors and weapons They have no need to display them Let the people return to tying knots and using them Savor their food, admire their clothes Content in their homes, happy in their customs Neighboring countries see one another Hear the sounds of roosters and dogs from one another The people, until they grow old and die Do not go back and forth with one another"