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墨晶

 
A spring in which nobody is.

In the town,

sun rises alone and sets.


When noticing of,

day by day,

the numbers of busking birds on the roof raise, you know.

Who is that bird?


" Sleep, sleep. "

Boughs of trees and grasses are humming.




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