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录诗一首。
I paused, and chose not to go.
I told myself: Let it be so.
I stayed, and would not depart.
I told myself: Keep the heart.
Moon and stars, quiet and bright,
glimmer as wind takes flight.
The world still turns, and yet you say:
Here is the soil, here is the clay.
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