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I am Mo that solitary tree
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from the quiet of the night, to the noisy during the day, I still lonely, just waiting for your rebirth of the news.
do you know? When you turn around, I have burst into tears, you have to think of me? We think the reason for great love. I am Mo that solitary tree!
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< p > the rain wet my heart, to shake off the floor of the leaves, I am lonely silhouette, leaning against the window, overlooking Mo end,mont blanc pas cher, until came familiar you.
from the warm spring, to the cold winter, I still clinging to stay there, only to see your next life figure.
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years later, I still Mo that solitary tree.
do you know? When you turn around, I have been flying down the tears of a place. You have forgotten our promise in this life. I am Mo that solitary tree!
Mo Mo flowers and grass is green and thick. >
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