一滴水,从晨曦般的金褐发梢滴落到手背上。
不知什么时候,jesse已经在低声地吟唱了……
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that’s my& memory.
i bsp;a butterfly with,
my dog i named mod.
my sister ;gonna be a bride,
god! had i got a sister.
i ;supposed to&he only kid,
of my dad.
i am still w,
the wedding of my sister.
or i am w,
to be someone’s lover.
if there were someone loved me.
bsp;flowers blossomed in my yard,
when i ;
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