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You say we crossed the sea
Will meet in a dream
You and I know the Miss
Just I just walk
The farther away the more rows
I loved the feeling of loneliness
In love with this nostalgia
Father says go are home
I said: no
Laughed so young I
No more generous wandering mind
Night dealings Street
Riding my bike
Live my life
Looked up the name of the foreign languages teaching building
Count the stars of
I think this is my campus
This is my home!
The future will also have the emotion of nostalgia
Will miss this winter homemaking full bloom
The pink, pink
Oleander
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