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葡萄美酒夜光杯，欲饮琵琶马上催。
They sing, they drain their cups of jade, they strum on horseback their guitars. 醉卧沙场君莫笑，古来征战几人回？ Why laugh when they fall asleep drunk on the sand? How many soldiers ever come home? |
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