Emperor and the assassin Yu Fu Huber villa
Poet: Liu Zicai
What this evening.
Tianshui air out of a Bi.
Fu to discuss, so country, several sun the past and present.
Shortage of walking on stage late color.
Sand Island was vaguely know.
Cry, the man is far from being owned, Jiang Qing Hong lie thousands of feet wide.
Moss marks Canbei plot.
Remember clear day tour, Mexico Jon problem.
Cang Baguio cents to every cloud.
Flying a mirror in autumn cold, out-screen days away, the chicken sound human language semi rural town.
Focussed and river country.
Lonely and unhappy.
Afraid to hear flute.
Bitter Creek apes are complaining, tired Ting flying wing.
Fei shade maze relay.
Generous dusting things, my heart a slave.
Qing Yin isolated to, remote video drunk the night Cui Jing. |
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