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Today I have a same heart as the ago.
The wind is very cool,the cloud is very write.But my heart is very dark.
The time is going and going .My foot only stop a little area.
There is the wind flew over my face,but my heart is repeting.
This was a piece of very lonely day, is raining some sad, this is I
which cares about very much and an indifferent result, once for like
trying hard, once for like evading, evades that familiar past events,
evaded that strange you
In these black and in the white dream, no longer has the blue color
and the purple memory, in this the age which meets one another bids
good-bye, only leaves behind the rain to hit the trace which the wind
blows for that pale love continuation, in order to that obtains the
beauty which loses, lets the tears which this dries flows out, changes
to makes everywhere lovesickness the rain |
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