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Years go by

The spring is gone for a long time and the annoyance arises.

It is difficult to keep my hair for years.

Who will accompany you in the sycamore tree?

The dream is desolate and hard to reunite.

The turbulence turns into dust and smoke,

Who remembers the past?

That spring flowers and rain,
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