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Qingshan
Oh, fleeting light, I offer you a cup of wine.
I know not the height of verdant mountains, nor the depth of the yellow earth.
I only witness the cold moon and warm sun, coming to slowly consume our years.
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Oh, fleeting light, I offer you a cup of wine.
I know not the height of verdant mountains, nor the depth of the yellow earth.
I only witness the cold moon and warm sun, coming to slowly consume our years.
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