Mid-autumn Myristic acid Day and night On the month on the Nanping baas
Poet: Qi ji
Tonight on the eve of all worthy of play, why the beginning of a round when it dried. Space that is learned in the Son of Heaven,
I do not know where is the tower. Final worry about it tomorrow night, clouds, and seems to sweep the homebound ride.
Rabbit silver toad like many Italian, first Pro Pei Tong shadows back. |
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