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wait ten thousand years

The people under the peach blossom tree are drunk,

Dreaming of meeting you for a thousand years.

Ten miles of red makeup for my shop,

Many people in the world envy.

The thousand-year reincarnation is not here,

The only person under the tree was awake.

When will you reunite with you?
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