I met you at the end of dark
You touched my eyes, said they look like the ink
From that moment I got a sick
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You are the son of the wind
Chasing on the planet
I can only find your slight track
Hope is the thing with feathers
That lives in the soul
Now I'm lying under the earth
Witing you back
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作者：慕泽秦
