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Although the axis x was shorter than y
However your line will still converge mine
"Yang", you called facing the scintillating sun
Far past distant plains where we scorch and run
You are my "Xiaoping", capturing my troubled heart-
A splintered cork you used to sealed as treasury art
To the antique shop of organs you visited
Lies my draining veins stood so privileged
Satisfied with ......
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