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Lest we forget all the lost highways In our heated summers, Let go the birds caged in our minds. Let them delightfully fly, And vanish in the sun Like kates flee from our hands. Free, we shall never weep. Toxicity in the graveyard Allures our fragile heart. How many tears drop for the deads? How many fears rise for our deaths? Down the hill A farmer is singing about his life- A fantasy with his bravery and might. From his blazing eyes I see a slowly sunset. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.224.168.60
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