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Текст песни
Through the mist of morning mountains your silhouette appears,
A calligraphy brushstroke dissolving all my ancient fears,
The temple bells have witnessed centuries of lovers' sighs,
Yet none have carved their names as deeply as these quiet cries.
Your voice arrives like spring rain on parched autumn soil,
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