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Spring, summer, autumn and winter, year after year. When all the dust has settled, looking back, it will all be a blur. Everything is no longer what it used to be, my heart is broken, my tears have dried up, only the willow tree is still fluttering in the wind. Long and lonely, the clouds are deep, and the willow trees are remembered...
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