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In a bamboo grove of Qinghe, I saw a man carrying a child, holy and pure. His swordsmanship was as graceful as…

In a bamboo grove of Qinghe, I saw a man carrying a child, holy and pure. His swordsmanship was as graceful as singing. Alas, My Lord, I miss you dearly.

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