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Across the far shore, between encounter,
acacia painted on the beautiful, drunk
beauty of the description, into the
wonderful life, for the heart of her and
pretty, open in the autumn dream, heart
open, is never falling flowers, with the
years of love, into the wine of the world,
The eyebrow of the drunken moon, sad and
beautiful. The light rain is in a hurry to
contact with all things, washed away the
vicissitudes of the earth, washed out a
fresh and free from vulgarity red dust
picture scroll, moistened all things in the
world, the rose swayed with the wind on the
wall, Honeysuckle dances on the walls of the
rain, their fragrance breathes in the wet
air, heartening. |
