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You warm clover has more than four tiny fingers
Spring songs one after another
off they fill my dream across the night
Every touch is as dreamy as one star in the universe
Every dewdrop reflects a moon of our nights
If the darkness has any persuasion
it opens up wells of mysteries in our prior lives
We use millions of moments to connect
the tunnel that did not exist
before and after
The fate is sleeping like petroleum
waiting for being drilled and distilled
and burning for life long
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