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Deep in the night, the cups with cypress leaves I count alone. At dawn, one cup lets nimbus rise, drifting lik…

Deep in the night, the cups with cypress leaves I count alone. At dawn, one cup lets nimbus rise, drifting like a misty bloom.

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