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Sons of the Empire
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Categories: words and feelings
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Wind blowing, initiation, leading a cold wind in the empty dance, Manmu infinite vault, who is it, withered the rose waiting. Few spring winds, slanting sun, the prodigal alone chanting these years of frost, rolled up a wild current, and who, under the sycamore tree tears. Moonlight, clear light sprinkled with pallor, wilderness, speechless song clear, poignant, fragrant grass, trampled on how many people's years, your dream,...