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He heaved a sigh of relief, as if a room full of ghosts had been shut down. This was the root of the hatred between races. However, could he?

The morning star had already risen, the sky was so lonely. It was the lonely voice of the singing dancer, faint, infinite grief, infinite melancholy, as if she was growing old, as if the spring sun was no longer there

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