I stared up, viewing a scenic sight of grey, pillowy clouds beginning to whisp and tear and spin. There was no sun. It was dark for noon-time. It had never occurred to me. Squinting a little, I ran my fingers through my hair.
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Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands, as if to bless.
我小心翼翼的试探他们,一个涌现,固执的眼里带着哀怨的赞誉,举起绝望的双手好像要赐福与我。
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