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The year is at the spring,
And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. |
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The year is at the spring,
And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. |
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The year is at the spring,
And day is at the morn; Morning is at seven, The hillside is dew-pearled; The lark is on the wing, The snail is on the thorn; God is in his heaven, All is right with the world. |
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大树F人才辈出啊..。
给了牺牲就给我放火墙放圣灵,还满地丢冰墙结果把自己给卡了- - 打个监狱累的我半死...TAT |
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