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Think about the day I walk on the street Breathe without you And I begin to think of the day You stood at the gate of my eyes And we sat and talked And I fastened to grasp the chance Before I failed to utter a word When you disappered in the crowd And I still walk on the street But I stop to think I have nothing to say, really Or rather I shouldn't -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 125.232.179.192