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《privacy》
Poet: Lu You

  Naturally, I am sick infants and bad behind closed doors, suitable for children Nanshan line
  Twilight is not a slave market back, serene serene Ming birds do not smell.
  Cold feet to the fire die hard, want to make a thin porridge melancholy air gun.
  Lai sent on his life verse, for some time now without complex warble sound.
  But I really read that, according to the Vientiane still smart.
  For thou art of the matter to, the British public in the event of thousands.
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No. 2
  A person living alone.
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English Expression
  1. n.:  privacy,  live alone