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... he Immortal pirates the merchant ships, and the spoils turn into money for pleasure.
Every day brings full or partial visits, the years of oil and waterbeds pass by. One would rather die in the brothel than bow down before carriages and horses.
Others laugh at me as mad, I laugh at others for being unable to see through. Not seeing the sad wind over Great Emperor’s tomb, the golden haired cultivated Heaven as their field.
Special verse, for Getto Daze.
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