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At the box on grassy road beneath weeping willows, my young love hastened to bid me adieu and leave.
The bell above my boudoir rang to interrupt my unfinished dream of him at midnight, and my wrench was just like the rain falling on the flowers in spring.
How could a ruthless heart know the agony of a broken heart? A single thought of him would become thousands of knotty threads on my mind.
There are the ends of the earth, but not for my heart that lingers on him.
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