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Lights shining, drums rolling, here starts the show. Curtains falling, winds howling, sheds swaying, up there sits the moon. LIANG-JUN gazes silently at her mother, not daring to say a word. |
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Lights shining, drums rolling, here starts the show. Curtains falling, winds howling, sheds swaying, up there sits the moon. LIANG-JUN gazes silently at her mother, not daring to say a word. |
