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Campus avenue, today a rare quiet
A girl walked slowly,
Easily picked up a locust leaves
She casually Chela those little patches of leaves
Qing Yin whispered: "He loves me, he does not love me, he loves me, he does not love me ... ..."
Ground with the leaf pieces, her face slowly pink.
Girls not far behind,
She watched a boy far, it seems mind rather heavy.
He picked up a locust leaf, nervously tearing the leaves,
ed hardy bagsWhispered: "to her confession, not to her confession to her confession, not to declare her ... ..."
Ground with the leaf pieces, his expression becoming more and more agitated.
Boys come soon
A gust of wind wind the locust leaves
Leaves in the wind, patches of dying,
A voice, with the leaves in the wind, flying:
"Eat them, eat them, eat them, eat them ... ..."
Finally a leaf, ground up. ed hardy sale

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