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#大路It is a sin to put a naive person on earth It goes to heaven I pray In the name of your mother spread her hands in a barren potato field On the beach with white sheets on the clothesline your singing this innocent sin Book After death, a small trumpet fell like a cry for help, fell on the edge of a cliff on the water, and your Mary Jane shoes were finally salvaged by the children, laughing and salvaging your worn-out top hat, your eyebrows were low, and your face was covered with a clown's white mask. Your nose and eyes are full of water in the world, but you are happy, you open your trumpet, the shotgun makes the sound of ducks, quack, an innocent artist, all you need to love this world is a country quartet, a piece of piano score, a few notes, a pair of poor Wings, a pair of shoes, and mud, a circus that keeps you from falling in the sky, seems to be enough to support your faith in life, being swept away by a wandering caravan from the middle of the street at midnight. Where do you sleep? where is your home? Until the sin and love are gone, and suddenly stopped by the road, there are no country knights, only the end of the world song, the girls are more snobbish "you are sick here and I have to make a living" like a horse and a bear who tm would like to do such a" Your' girl Zampano A coyote hyena tearing its fur Dignity and chains are all its possessions A life bitten by the same kind Heavy and frivolous is a farce The world never belonged to you Icons and women do not belong to you Zampano The gentle nocturne is a mystery, may it remain in the dreams of the living
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