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I see it rushing toward me, horns on fire I cannot shy away, but wait... I see it coming twice, eyes blazing With wounds everywhere, this time I run into the wood, and find myself I'm alone... While it is running thrice, roaring loud I laugh, ready to die It suddenly stops, and cries And the wind blows on us, on and on -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.231.174.11 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.231.174.11 (06/16 18:39)