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Lament for Fallen Flowers

Flowers fade and fly, filling the sky; their redness fades, their fragrance gone—who pities their cry? Soft silk strands gently drift by spring pavilions, falling catkins lightly touch embroidered curtains. In her chamber, the maiden grieves spring's end, with sorrow in her heart having nowhere to send. Hope you like it~
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