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The long night cannot sleep for the moon is far to bright, too clear. I think I hear someone's scattered voice, and the sky vainly responds: yes.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
No Sleep
The long night cannot sleep for the moon is far to bright, too clear. I think I hear someone's scattered voice, and the sky vainly responds: yes.
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Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
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