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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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唉 櫻樹
花瓣飛舞 唉 各自踏上 「No music,no Life」 夢想之路 |
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