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Farewell in the red mansion, incense flickering low. Lock memories in a golden chamber. Watching the waning mo…

Farewell in the red mansion, incense flickering low. Lock memories in a golden chamber. Watching the waning moon rise through gauze, don't ask me to return home.

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