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The clouds and stars are falling at dusk, covering my eyes. I am floating in the desert and talking about nothing. The dangerous platform can hardly block the slanting rain. Let's listen to the evening breeze with the old clock Some things, live through today and talk about it tomorrow What has been will be done again; what has been done will be done again. If you live this time, you will definitely... [This is the daily routine of a group of pigeons]
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