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The first shot for good morning, The second for good night, Strike her like the thunder, Stun her like riverrun, past her flesh and blood. No word, nor qualified Jesus in white Is able to revive the rotten apples Under the wrinkled cover. We shall leave out our sadness, And useless comfort in front of her pale smile. Whenever the false family union lies, No sigh, nor tear allowed. Thus we conquer death by decorum. But dying? Never, no, no. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 59.115.180.201 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:11) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:13) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:17) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:30) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:32) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 20:51) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.180.201 (08/31 22:13) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.224.53.245 (09/01 06:34) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.179.54 (09/01 22:24) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 59.115.179.54 (09/01 22:26) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.224.55.192 (09/22 07:32)