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As if time loops around
It seems that it was still in those days
There are two purple swallows between the beams, who is doing the delicate work?
The white sails on the lakeside are dotted, and who is drifting away?
Orchid dew, like crying eyes
There is no unity, and the fireworks cannot be cut.
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