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> 八十一子 wrote: >40һ걨 > > >That primrose gazed at me with languishing eyes >Till I was amazed to see her tears flow. >The paint would run dark rivers down her cheeks >If those dark eyes were merely painted so. > >һ걨ңĿ㲣 >㵵...
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