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In dreams, her longing falls like endless rain. Trapped within her own song, each day of pining adds another d…

In dreams, her longing falls like endless rain. Trapped within her own song, each day of pining adds another day of sickness. "...Every day of yearning adds new pains. Cursed is this long life, let it be brief instead."

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