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... , unaware of returning~~"
Within high walls, in the midst of a garden, an old man sang a tune recently popular in the Divine Capital, leisurely watering the fiery blooms with a copper kettle in hand.
He was very old, so old that his hair was snow-white, and his hands and face were wrinkled, the sumptuous purple garments could not hide the thick air of evening.
Like an old tree that had shed its blossoms and leaves, its trunk decayed, at any moment it might fall completely ...
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