If you really
I have
But why
you leave me away saying I stood
forever
whether
you really have nothing
my treasure in the heart
But why
I say what a person can tell
jealously guarding
loving bald
but I can not catch you looking at you quietly hand
Review
never go
why I stand on this difficult junction
meet
dream Acacia leaves drift from the branches
look at you I felt like silent tears
your gentle luxury
past I no longer bear to recall distinctly difficult to interpret a dream the moon drunk
West Wing
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