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羅拔 » 週二 9月 18, 2012 6:38 pm
Goodbye isn't the last word you spoke
But a song, so old
I heard you singing it all night long
On the upper floor
I knew, you were recollecting time
And secrets never told
93 years, a tree can grow up tall
Now we are standing in front of you
Sighing, against the flood