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> 八十一子 wrote: >45Ŀʹ > >Longing for her, at times you tell sad tales >To your sore heart, or wash your hands of life. >Why do you search the world, confused and weak, >For one who's inside you? Who do you seek? > >˵ĹºĿ >...
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