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She tied her hair back. With witty she smiled. From her beautiful eyes I saw a golden rye. For whom was lack of courage, I locked myself in a cage, Then caged myself in rage. I left her image behind. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.229.142.43