The Lake City
　　The Lake City, grow from the curse,
　　Become forgetful, and while history has gas.
　　They are the product of this concept; for example, people may be Bo's.
　　Although this is only an example.
　　They emerged until a tower
　　Control the sky, immersed in the past with the clever
　　Look like swans and the tip of the tree branch candle
　　Burning until all the hatred of those who become incapable of love.
　　When you stay with your own ideas
　　There are more and more intense sense of emptiness afternoon
　　It must be vented to the distress of others
　　Fly like a lighthouse-like those around you
　　Night is a sentinel
　　So far most of your time to play the creative game
　　But we have a comprehensive plan for you to be good
　　Example, we want you to be careful of the desert,
　　Or rough seas, or others close to the air as the occasion,
　　Press your back awakened a dream,
　　If the sea breeze caress your child's face.
　　But "the past" have been here, you incubated their own plans.
　　The worst is not over, but I know
　　You will be happy here, and this situation because you
　　What logic is not able to juggle the climate
　　Sometimes gentle, sometimes elegant, right.
　　You build a mountain-like building,
　　Thought to be devoted all your time into this monument
　　The wind is to make it tough petals of desire
　　It erupted into tears of disappointment Changhong.
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　　Street musicians
　　One dead, one alive, he
　　Twisted soul is life and life to walk the streets hesitate
　　Wear their own "identity" as wrapped in the coat,
　　The same streets day after day, fuel gauge, shadow
　　Under the tree. Than any person is summoned to the farther
　　Increasing through the grace and manners suburbs, when the Autumn down to the
　　Luxurious leaves, the broken cart
　　Belongs to an unknown family, was pushed into the
　　Yesterday and today this way. A staring
　　Look at the other intends to do, and finally Lule Xian,
　　So they hate each other, but also relative to forgotten.
　　So, I shook, soothing piano only ordinary embankment,
　　Only know that people forget the popular tunes
　　But insisted it would be a tasteless refrain
　　Free play. November, this year, flip the body
　　More clearly the gap between the day,
　　Meat on the bones more pronounced.
　　What about the root of our problem areas
　　Gone with the Wind as the smoke hanging like: How do we picnic in the pine forest,
　　In the cave, there are constantly leaking water
　　Leave our garbage, sperm, feces,
　　Everywhere, polluting the landscape. Looks like we may have to create.
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　　Jolly 维坦
　　Just because I'm wearing a huge hat,
　　Crowns of hair under a wooden buckle, the children cry
　　Coming on to me, through me. At this time of season
　　Zero-day did not give curious to provide other views of the executioner.
　　In his room, they spoke of the rope. Them over the window.
　　I have seen and know
　　Bad outcome and a good stack together. Them in the future,
　　So not very far.
　　There's quite a steep bank,
　　The shadow it cast in the river bed above.
　　An adventure, an outing, they may be worth it.
　　We could do a few pleasant trip.
　　Then he took a bat and some clams,
　　In the hope is that the gate is always covered with brine strong odor.
　　Which is the same. Window frames have been removed, I mean
　　He can be with me through, and we still see ourselves.
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　　Last month
　　Security has not changed - only
　　A piece of gray, the sun falling in this place.
　　Housing seems to be more heavy,
　　Since they had to leave.
　　In fact, it's time in the record is empty.
　　Produce a draw once time
　　Game receded, slowly back into the night.
　　College is opening the future
　　A door, determined to
　　Let not the sun poured into the halls of fruit
　　Chair with books and papers pile high with the beginning.
　　Prudent man who is erratic this month,
　　It confirmed the feature is
　　An eternal value has changed hands.
　　And you can have a new car,
　　A ping-pong and a garage, but the thieves
　　Miraculously stole everything.
　　In his book, only a rebellious photo
　　The garden, full of shouting and color.
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　　Vetiver
　　Slowly through the years, such as a bear hay,
　　When the flowers sing their lines,
　　Stir in the bottom of the pond barracuda.
　　The touch pen is cool.
　　Rotate the stairs,
　　Broken through the garland, to be in the alphabet
　　Letters of the distilled depression.
　　Now is the winter, it's cotton candy
　　Palaces, there are concerns the mouth
　　Discourse, forehead and cheek stain pink, this color was called "Rose of the ashes."
　　How many snakes and lizards shed their skin off,
　　To make time go down the drain,
　　Sink deep into the sand, and then winding flows
　　Outcome. Everything was so smooth, and now,
　　Hey, it spread out so that the hands,
　　When a change that out, sharp
　　Such as the throat between the hooks, and decorated with tears flowing,
　　Through our endless flow into a basin called.
　　Everything is free, the door
　　Intends to open there.
　　Do not keep pace with whatever you can get.
　　In a room, there was in his youth, checking
　　Found it boring and empty, feels there are many holes.
　　Ah, let me be with you now, unless the field
　　Embrace our joint us, unless
　　The birds to lay down their twigs,
　　Fishermen recover their smooth space network,
　　While others stepped up around the huge bonfire
　　Population, as is the case
　　We mean that we start, eliminating the need for
　　The leaves cry, those last little bit of silver.
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　　Adult stacks
　　"... ... Found a house sparrow,
　　Swallow found a nest for themselves, "
　　("Hymns Psalms" 84)
　　In remote mountainous areas, where we know
　　Some sparrows do not know what, every one
　　Housing obviously better than others, "packaging"
　　Are now ready to begin. It came,
　　Like a bunch of papyrus as the imagination free
　　And identification, and then as fixed does not work.
　　Tengen a little dark. Sent you
　　A man ran down the stairs to inquire about
　　The process of real events, and the answer always came
　　Elusive but polite: you have to go
　　... ...
　　Oh, lights went out. That is, in general education
　　Like paper thin but strong side. When a thief
　　Outside, in a dark place, it is the same.
　　No freedom, not free free free.
　　Only can do is pick up the book, Mosa Zhao it
　　Then in front of my face open. That you know.
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　　Frost
　　Stuck in the wrong dream, you made a
　　Alley, _set_ foot on the streets of a broad weak.
　　Mirror fall from the tree. Is the time.
　　Again for the start of this disorder and still
　　Financing the. But rumors fed it.
　　So far the road is always high,
　　For some people light a lamp, while others,
　　It is a desire and distress about the wonderful sight.
　　At the same time, the only important
　　Tall things break his own:
　　It was all clear, and sometimes,
　　For those who will vote in his view,
　　It is vague, and more beautiful. This is
　　Chamber, where, in the past only the king
　　Come, and now, two or three young people can
　　Sitting there, nervous and comfortable, talking about
　　Bike, bone: no small thing. This is very good, but the dark
　　Seems to come faster and more gathered at the accident
　　Place, cut out the map a name.
　　So you start to get nervous.
　　In fact, need not be so. More bizarre things elsewhere.
　　Here, in the dark, secret conservative
　　Is dense, it is everything. There are several common
　　Name to the things around: even they are not non-use
　　Not. But I hope
　　I do not have a way to make more thoughtful
　　Will not have a patch of ground bumps
　　Clear shadow. I'm poor?
　　God is no longer welcome me?
　　There is enough dark green to cover us.
　　But we are always on the end of the silent,
　　Not to say familiar things.
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　　The image of cruel
　　This is a high degree of problem; may be
　　Latitude. I saw them leave the office.
　　Seven o'clock, they cool to start the car,
　　To the same patterns and some small tilt of the fixture strange
　　Spend the evening. What credibility? I said,
　　Or more likely is that you ask, can
　　Being freed from these? Oh, yes,
　　One boy said, you can temporarily step to
　　Into the hall. Spell some relief to
　　And the old screaming into the night,
　　The night before is not here, nor is this.
　　Its more formal, more serious side, this is only
　　A double. Here are some of the symmetry.
　　After, you protest: how is it so
　　Here, can not stop sharing?
　　Can not wait to listen to children
　　Tilt to the inside weed? Cold rats waiting to hear
　　Until dawn? Today, the yard has a tree of each block
　　Every heart has a lover, only our
　　Do not know how to take the night in tents
　　Can the past be the past of the city.
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　　There's still life stranger
　　Come on, Ulrich, the sky a huge
　　Octagon above are from our adoption.
　　Soon the world will move.
　　Your affair, what is it?
　　But a storm in the teapot.
　　But this storm release
　　Strange resonance: the power of God
　　Retracted into the infinitely small roots,
　　Hanging, as the roar of bees,
　　Such as birch, in the absence of the autumn wind,
　　It leaves hanging white.
　　Call these phenomena or trivial,
　　The ruins of the distant heavenly flash,
　　But the great terrible frame was still there
　　Full of remorse, full of straw,
　　Or at another level, full of snow
　　The beautiful singing in the evanescent.
　　Are you good at persuading them to
　　Sing with you.
　　The top of your horse to graze, oblivious
　　Daylight inside the barn.
　　Ivy hanging on the rock surface.
　　A white pointed roof.
　　Now, all the characters are fictional drama,
　　The front of the shadow of the past, waiting.
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　　In another time
　　Actually is because you stopped
　　But does not need to do so,
　　The woods are not too dark, but you
　　Was stopped, and then move forward that
　　The idea seems to deliberately want to stop embarrassing.
　　By then, everything here,
　　All involved in the night:
　　Theatre patrons on the car in front of
　　There, the light increased, and then condensed into
　　Little silver, then listening.
　　A whitewash, rustic poetry
　　Consistent with that description, but not
　　Is so completely. There's nothing fast,
　　But things done quickly.
　　My childhood cartoon era
　　Into a bundle of printed matter; see, ah,
　　What is this thing printed above?
　　Who knew it would be?
　　At this point it is panting, as if a fish hanging on the line.
　　No doubt, the portrait than you want
　　Still flashy, but all
　　Inside the main aspects:
　　There, you bend beneath the waterfall,
　　Read as if the moss in the
　　Small sign, so everything is revived,
　　But more quietly. No way to put it on record.
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