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我就这样漫无目的的远走
去邂逅一朵不會永恒的花
听风把将倾的雾气一次次的吹皱
我清晰的感受自己的心跳
丈量着手心和眼睛
渐渐苏醒的温柔
我要将所有的深夜还给自己
再续一首浪漫的长诗
放在每一个梦的开头
我好像已经忘了你的声音你的轮廓
也想不起那时江南的晚舟是否载起了一腔的秋
慢慢地我发现
你也不再是我的蜃楼
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