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A CHILD OF SORROW

The same feelings blossomed and withered in Rosa's heart.

But O children of love, you fondly cherish elusive hopes just as what you do in chasing wild butterflies! You get them with crumpled wings, and their pure beauty is lost.

O such an illusion in the course of human life!

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