One, I Say Dirt Also have deep love for the life They Meet in haze Sing in rain Do not laugh One day You can become me 2, my hair Go out Autumn wind blows chaos my hair Stranger says Look, resemble a bedlamite The friend says The hair grew, manage The wife says Be fast! Had combed! Want to have leader model The mother says Know you do not wear a hat, give you, wear
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Orignal From: Poem two
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