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Oh, when shall we be trimming wicks again together in your western window?
When shall I be hearing your voice again all night in the rain?

— Li Shangyin

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Literature endures, like the universal spirit,
And its breath becomes a part of the vitals of all men.

We do not have the colourful wings of the phoenix to fly side by side, but our hearts, like the magic horns, are linked to each other.

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