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  Since the bitter smell flute rush, soul scattered soul in a dream to fly.
  Hated expanse of high dash, Penglai Weak every thousand.
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Huang Shinv
  栏杆閒倚日偏长,短笛无情苦断肠。
  安得身轻如燕子,随风容易到君傍。
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