The Song of the Nightingale is Like the Scent of Syringa

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Nightingale singing—gale of Nanking

Sing—mystery

of Ming-dynasty

sing

ing

in Ming

Syringa

Myringa

Singer

Song-winged

sing-wind

syringa

ringer

Song-wing

sing long

syringa

lingerer
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