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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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[center]無聊者沒事~~~~~[/center]
[center]沒事者無聊~~~~~[/center]
[center]皆是無聊沒事者~~~[/center]
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