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Summer is over and here welcomes the falling leaves. Yet my memory is still filled with the darkened green; My thoughts drifted over those wonderland melodies. Summer is over and here welcomes the autumn wind. Yet my heart is still filled with the summer breeze; My eyes still lingered with those flower poems: A yellow magnolia; a pearl-white jasmine.... I sniffed the petals and asked which you preferred; And a silent smile was the answer. Summer is over and here left behind is a secret, A secret belonged to the summer sigh; And in the autumn dream I will meet you again. |
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