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谁念西风独自凉?萧萧黄叶闭疏窗,沉思往事立残阳。被酒莫惊春睡重,赌书消得泼茶香,当时只道是寻常。
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I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body,and fire is my blood. have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to Death. Nor known to Life. Have withstood pain to create many weapans. Yet,those hands will never hold anything. So as I pray unlimited blade works. |
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