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The soldiers are not like the bright moon. Yet year after year, their shadows fall among the pear blossoms.\nThe nameless one, in the dark, sang a song about their home, even when they would not identify those next to them. \nBut the faint singing told them that they were not alone.\nTo them, the world is huge, and anywhere can be a prison. \nThey can enjoy a moment of calm when singing.