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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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[IMG]http://storage.msn.com/x1pAdjo0uCo2H2IqR4Jn_PdvxDQfUlkhIKJa1oKRPk15py7lq7ZjmWxwMUNcZ693_LSKGmgpV00sS3NVhMNB-1LXSbFA2o3EB1J6ssPvuIugCzXbqZz5wBykg[/IMG]
[CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue]心中總是在下著雨。
你在飄搖中被雲彩所掩沒,
一直不斷地顫抖著直到終結的那一天。
不能達到的欲求,將永遠是美麗的;
不能達到的欲求,是悲哀的;
不能達到的欲求,在那彼岸。[/COLOR][/CENTER]
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