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Acacia night rain

Drunk alone by the window listening to the wind and rain,

It is hard to relieve any sorrow.

Thoughts can gallop,

The wind is bleak and the rain is rushing,

How many blood and tears are spoken.

The beauty of spring is over again,

Where is the origin of the cause?

Why bother to hesitate?

A sentence of lovesickness,
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