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It's autumn in my heart
And I think of you Besides rain and ever Melancholy comes .... I miss the days of summer When running outdoors Stood up in the morning and evening I did not have my face white Plains of a pure green I cut breath You could see looking around Green as the sea Now that everything has been closed I fervently desire What I saw was either a dream When I wake up to be the sun.
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