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For this reason, the little woman of the Black Wood Cliff ran up vigorously---- she thought that if her cold hands could touch the snow-capped mountains, she would finally win---- she longed to hang on the rolling gourd to empower the iceberg peaks, like a waterfall flowing frozen buildings---- Oh, the most beautiful love ice sculpture in the world, to send some clean inspiration to those sorrowful gentlemen who are either fanatical in language or decadent in words, and whose souls are clean---- Oh, holy spirits that never exist in the earthly world!

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The people of Blackwood Cliff have rumored that the woman of Blackwood Cliff has a white jade heart and can care for the lives of people with clean souls---- so some of the fallen leaves of the forest run up and backwards and left, trying to print their little feet into the sky that is drifting by white clouds---- but the sky is too small, and the wind blows. The fallen leaves fled in all directions---- a brightly lit iceberg road, every dark street was carved with their crystal clear little hands and feet---- some of which were quite mischievous, the moment when they walked with their hands and their feet turned to the sky, they discussed the pride of nothingness that inexplicably filled the night sky with their little toes and bumping into the stars......

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Oh, the little fallen leaves suddenly gathered again---- their figures rushed together to condense a passionate fire, the flame was like flint fire---- floating freely in the blue sky, the white clouds saw this, and they stretched out their colorful little feet, oh, the blue straw sandals fell into the night sky---- the little fallen leaves ran faster and faster, more and more wonderful, they were like dragonflies dancing one after another, lightly holding a little feet of water---- oh, the little elf's aerobics was very cheerful, they danced, The stars are dancing, they are doing radio gymnastics, the stars are doing calisthenics---- as if the characters of different eras, interspersing beautiful leaves, narrating the ethereal and inseptic of the spirit...... The little Uncle White Horse suddenly struggled to move upwards and leaped: Oh, the woman of the Black Wood Cliff shouted a little different......! She covered her shy little mouth, and there was a remarkable water shining in her slightly aching heart----

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