We have come far together, but here we must part; the green hills vainly echo my feelings. When will we again take wine cups in hand to stroll as we did beneath last night`s moon? Every district sings sad songs at your leaving; three reigns now you have served with distinction. Now I must go back to my river village alone, and alone live out the rest of my days.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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