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Concubine without complaint

You are like the moon, with round and waning,

I can't guess what you mean.

Meet each other and never forget each other,

How can I blame you?

Being trapped by love, being hurt by love,

All my concubines are wishful thinking.

If the song is over, people will disperse.
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