Ho Lun Xiucai Pro-Xiao Cannot Ji held its Belongings Decedent And those who have known
Poet: She Kuo
Mother of two long-lost burial, often cold nights the cries of the soul.
No hammer heart sick woman, the blood, as do mud.
Endless pity I die, less tolerance endowed with Pi.
What if nine yards deep, but with Honors four feet. |
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