Friday, January 13, 2012

I to youth of heart pinch into Phillips

Who of ideal, was time wounded, fell into a to yellow, yellow of blueye book, said of forever is sunk of across, bag in of dream, wakes up sleep to are worried long, 2.1 line School of road light, to Moon are sub Shang pleased of growth, who stepped on woke up dark in alone of looks like who of Qing lamp with a paper jiuchang, silence night lit does not sleep of spark, illuminated long Xuehai journey, April of rain knock spring died of window, bit cemented past, virulent of had took what cheers, campus in of story surge with eyes.

I to youth of heart, pinch into Phillips of looks like, in boundless of time in, spell into I ideal of shape, dang green of Teng vines, climbing out mottled of walls, through light of eye, smell to has Phillips of fragrance, dawn of Sun let we heavy picked up past in of strong, siege inside and outside the everyone are in for we applause, night as water sub cloth Xia unlimited star, I look star wild and you of heart is Department full melancholy, long full sad beautiful of child live, vision as silk as winding live must star students of heart, on late to of yearning for I quietly stares at, way forward.

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