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Still dark morning The moon leaves work early and the sun still does not go to work.
The earth is still lying back
The sky wakes up so that the throat rests, but a society that pretends not to hear it and sits back is like magic.
He said, ¡°Let there be light, and it was good.¡± Even though the soil collapsed, the spirit became clearer, and 1,100 poems became stars, shining in the universe.@
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