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[The flowers are fragrant in the spring rain. Under the oil-paper umbrella, you leaned down and lowered your head. Everything is silent. ] In the form of poetry, I express my thoughts, feelings and sighs. [Meeting is fate. Missing it is fate. ] Discontinuous text.

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