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Walking in the streets of Paris
Such as walking corpses
Feel the wind blows
Blow the blush scarred
Lt seems that someone called me
Come back
Except night or night
A cold feeling,if crossed the cheeks
Lovelorn taste really uncomfortable
Look at
The night sky is vast and boundless
No star ornament
Apart from loneliness
What else
Under Eiffel Tower
Two back
Now there's only one left
Lonely back
As well as
The feeling of Acacia……
