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> 八十一子 wrote: >8㿴 > >Now that your lover has shown you her face, >Extinguish yourself at her feet, my heart. >Put out the candle that burns in the sun, >And with you dies this sorrow: moan no more. > >㿴 >ͣϢɣģͷǰ...
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