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O wind.
Want me to tell you.
The joy and sorrow I have experienced since I lived alone.
The person I love never came back.
Whether married or still hold firm promises.
Promise where we will unite someday.
O wind.
Leave my greetings to him.
Say I miss coming.
Her whisper of love that I am buried.
And tell him I want to meet him.
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