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I still feel your hand on,
Touch on my cheek, occur with the disappearance of my hair, Bozafrck
Is still in the days you are not free,
I imagine the echo your orders
Bring tea or lying down on the bed.
I remember when I asked you about us?
I said that just as the flowers drink nectar offline sun
The sun burns her love offline.
I like those pictures were drawn by me,
The quilt is to receive a full week on what I did.
Like you're stuck in the needles, you come back for graduation
Then put the other
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