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路
昼夜不停
3/13/2009
The smell
of your hair
lingers
on my fingers
The words
we said
keep
me awake
The light
of your tears
sparkles forever
The hopeless lane
take
me away
Oh the pain
grows like a dying tree
Its roots reach out
for water
in a desert
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