I gathered a bunch of flowers to the Sahara
At the foot of a window
See the flowers bloom
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A fresh flowers are blooming, trees
In the seventh flowering tree
The full of surprises
I saw the colorful butterflies
Break the wings of tender,
You fell into the woman in the picture
Long a pair of acacia eyebrow eye
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The butterfly lover and beloved
Perched on a dream
I smell a fragrance
At the foot of the road is covered with green
Design and color is put to shame the folding, Dream beauty pro open in the middle of the bridge
This is our world
Everywhere is a bridge, is a month,
Is green trees around, it is clear fragrance
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Who meet on a bridge
Who who lean on the shoulder
Who in the dream not to go
Overlap and separate, together also
Tears of a sad, is full of longing