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Jun 2020
The autumn leaves descends from above,
While the moon fades the cold evening wind.
As I brood upon the nothing I have,
I sit in melancholy by the jade guqin.
Written by
Claire  14/F
     yasaman johari, FairlyCultured, Fawn and Claire
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