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236.葡萄熟了(有引用,慎! (第2/5页)
d her again and again uhe endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though t her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no lohe same. I no longer love her, that&039;s certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind t
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