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| Feiyangthe second hand, whirling gesture, let me inadvertently recalled the past, every minute alleviate slow song dance, beautiful to me back to the rotation of the distant future, the clock smiled, gently quiet the radian to frame me in the blink of an eye. We have fun, do not hurt, do not know ... ... like to run, like freedom, as long as a bag, tie on a dolce | ||
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