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This, I grant you: Ringing laughter and dancing feet, flowered circles beneath noon-tide sun. Be it cruel or be it kind, eternal is our laughter. The sharpest glint of a bloody blade will carry to you only the beauty of its crimson color. You are the lingering of bell-tolls.
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