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In this city

I can see the road

It was named after another city

Your name

I wrote it in black ink

There is no fading in the notebook

That's a little memory about you and me, I can't forget it!

In one night

You unknowingly leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep

Sit in the car

Look at your face through the streetlights

I'm delusional about the future

One day, a place

You can also see the face

Just once

The poem "Song of Things" with additional prose This city is being typed in hand, please wait a moment,

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