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At dusk near Sunset and night fall I see I farmers Field Look barren as the talklamakan desert In the middle of autumn I think of my ancestors From east Turkestan
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
Barren
At dusk near Sunset and night fall I see I farmers Field Look barren as the talklamakan desert In the middle of autumn I think of my ancestors From east Turkestan
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
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