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六月

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六月

   Zhou Mengdie

Looked on not listening to their own
Vaguely heard outside their own
But clearly within their own
That June Chaosheng
Never been cold from the cold at cold start
Millennium bed, huddled with
From bloated to walk out of a yawn
Snow tears to a smile
Scattered in a thin black thorn on the rose
The first night frost. Grapes and vines
Not met at the meet under the stars dreaming
Dream of wheat in bloom in the Ishida
Dream of singing and dancing with the dead trees are round, round the fire,
Dream of heaven as a small sack
And Jesus is not the last shoe repair for others who are willing to 　　

Created by: 杯中冲浪

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