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... ops for the campaign.
The citizens of Paris, having learned of today’s departure, flocked to the outskirts to bid farewell.
Watching the scene unfold, Anning was inexplicably reminded of the "Song of ****," not the one about "We are the sea of flowers in May," but the one with "Listen to the alarm of the battle horns."
Anning couldn’t help but hum softly to himself.
He saw an old woman tearfully holding onto a young man’s hand, and just then, the lyrics reached "G ...
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