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The northern lands fall to The Khitans; a scrap of paper sells the world. Emperors' knees are frail; a common …

The northern lands fall to The Khitans; a scrap of paper sells the world. Emperors' knees are frail; a common life outweighs them all. Moonlight at the midnight; spirits return to seek vengeance. Right and wrong confused; karma cannot be escaped. A sinner fears not the falling head; sitting through the fifth watch till dawn.

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