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The love can't be forgotten
The love can't be forgotten I am not a poet, unable to chant the love through the way that beautiful language I am not a singer, unable to sing the love through the way that beautiful voice I am not a painter, unable to describe the love with beautiful color But I know Once wipe the spark loved out Then will emit the dazzling brilliant rays The love is the wind, one comes to dense cloud The love is a cloud, turn into the prompt rain The love is the rain, the moist tree that dries up The love is a tree, spread the next scene of green shade The love is that a pearl is sparkling and crystal-clear Will be sparkling even if buried by the grit The love is that a rainbow is lucuriant in design Even an accidental one can even leave bright memory now Like the a pool of ...
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