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情劫千重痴心锁,烽烟未断接天末,情非情,韶华散尽春以老,待得后人续今朝.
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情劫千重痴心锁,烽烟未断接天末,情非情,韶华散尽春以老,待得后人续今朝.
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情劫千重痴心锁,烽烟未断接天末,情非情,韶华散尽春以老,待得后人续今朝.
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The year is at the spring,
And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. |
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