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Till Every Song
Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend
the rest of life.
If I must go,
will you say goodbye to a
lone tree sawaying in fire?
The romance of
river was unique. It always
gallops to meet a planet.
Till you speak, can
I kiss you, so that nightingale
sings sweetly.
Your deep and dark,
eyes always send the
boatsto find harbor.
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