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> 八十一子 wrote: >68ҪҲܽӰҵĻ > >How could the soul that holds your image >Ever fade or decay? The crescent moon, >Though waning, thin and pale, begins its voyage >And grows to full perfection very soon. > >ҪҲܽӰҵĻ꣬ >Զȥ...
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