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The day the leaves fall, the wind, blowing away the youth, and the memory of the sun
(now the rhythm rings)
“Oh, my youth!” He wiped the tears from the corners of his mouth and hobbled to the sunset At the moment, the violin is melodious in my ears. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Countless leaves are whirling in the air and flying far away