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Lior zhěn tou kǒu zhōng de" juàn juàn"... |
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April Bloom zhuān jí suǒ shǔ Lior' s " 123" |
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April bloom never arrived, |
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I was left dry, |
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hoping for regeneration, |
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but my seeds at all but died. |
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I long to be swept away |
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by the shifting sand, |
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to be freed by roaring winds, |
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to forget who I am. |
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As everything lay so still, silently wilting away. |
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Dusk arrived and took the hold, |
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pushing the sun down, |
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Red turned black, the freezing air. |
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I fell to ground. |
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As everything lay so still, silently wilting away. |
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April bloom never arrived, |
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so I look within, |
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to live the year and season |
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without changeing. |