ancient style poetry
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Song Bai
Turned into odd-shaped with the physical state, scattered into the Man Kam from secret.
Red at the beginning of the heap on the far Qiao, Bi sky full of people did not return.
Yixing crazy to even wide sea, and even coming out of high intelligence between the fly.
Notes to the depths of Tibetan thunderstorm, not just fishing around Rocky River.
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