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"This eerie, silent night, this round of perfect peace, This song of gratitude that rises in my throat – And at once the song of thanks changes to a curse. Silent night, I cannot, will not, accept your bribe! Who can be happy with a peace inside four walls? My world is greater; it reaches far beyond. These walls cannot keep out the roar of battle. Can they still the furious beating of my heart? [...] Good Fortune, I cannot accept your bribe; My world cannot be locked inside these walls. Listen! Cannons! Roaring spirits of the dead! Silent night, how can you hope to still my pounding heart?"
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Wen Yiduo
