it was ninth month night,
where wind and dagger were inseparable.
cold and heartless.
then with one stroke,
wind and dagger were shattered.
swift and piercing.
tune of two stringed fiddle,
tear of the white chrysanthemum.
where wind and dagger were inseparable.
cold and heartless.
then with one stroke,
wind and dagger were shattered.
swift and piercing.
tune of two stringed fiddle,
tear of the white chrysanthemum.
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