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Even the cat out of the beard on the morningOccasionally stained with a few drops of dewIf you come out in the morningMay also give the eyelashes on a dewDon't be stingy with your eyesThe wind is still not the pan yellow leavesThe wind is still autumn windAs the memory in the breezeIf the mind is drifting with the windYou will hear the sound of the waves coming from the sea.Just like the light in Ming Sha ouEvery man is a sea of wavesWith unknown wild or calmBut it's another kind of deduction.
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