I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom for me and for you. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
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流浪诗人有自己的歌喉,在火红的黎明,在温柔的黄昏,在夜的面前从不沉默。
大地如梦境宽阔,星辰在海面坠落,航行在翻滚的无边草原谁又能记得?
手指被晚风握着,胸怀被流水抚摸,在那些路上他们也许记得我,梁山伯!
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