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Ask people; from my hands,
you drop and drift away!
If you come, I might take some failure
I feel the secret of wanting
If only you know my longing to you!
The story of love will go away
They are just seasons of spring.
Moreover, there will be no drought or dryness.
I will round up all those failures.
Oh precious, can you feel that?
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