Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.
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回覆: I just come here who can tell me what should I do
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回覆: I just come here who can tell me what should I do
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回覆: I just come here who can tell me what should I do
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千名是什麼=.=a
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