ظ八十一子
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> 八十一子 wrote: >70ҵѧĿĿǰ > >My heart is your student; it studies love, >And, like the night, waits at the gates of dawn. >Where I go, I follow where love's face leads >Because oil flows to the flame that it feeds. > >ҵѧĿĿ...
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