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The flying bird met the cicada in the summer, and they spent the best summer together. They make wishes on empty bottles, it's almost autumn... The bird is leaving, it said to the cicada, I am going to fly away. I'll see you next summer, bye. From then on, she would wait for his return under the tree every summer.
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