End On behalf of the approaching happiness to A chapter
Poet: Yu Liangneng
Pan felt no water for three years, full of Britain won the rustling snow.
Evening scene for color might play, it will finally dare to waste safety Psalm.
Left the glass of wine poured seems in, lease-speed double-parked near prepared.
Harmony between the return of any body after the heart first arrived in town chime lake. |
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