The night is over Mist tired winter morning Tired greenery with leaf wings open Leaving his face on the dew-soaked grass, he catches the familiar birds with tears in his eyes
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The night is over Mist tired winter morning Tired greenery with leaf wings open Leaving his face on the dew-soaked grass, he catches the familiar birds with tears in his eyes
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