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...... I cannot see the lotus right before my eyes. Burying your breath in the still season, you, who wainted for help, got wet. The withered song you cannot hear anymore has no exceptions; I'm crying The ... reaches you, you'll probably think it's hypocrisy Burying your breath in the still season, you, who wainted for help, got wet. Like my reised voice you can no longer hear, I know my sins can't ...

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