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我曾这么行走在伦敦的街头,也暴走过nice的海边,一路追寻monaco的阳光,也随油轮漂流一夜科西嘉的海,迷失在米兰的十字路口,奔跑在深夜的巴黎,写下成打的明信片,刻下时间的痕迹,却迷恋这样的忙忙碌碌,不去回忆那一夜阁楼窗台的星星.
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我曾这么行走在伦敦的街头,也暴走过nice的海边,一路追寻monaco的阳光,也随油轮漂流一夜科西嘉的海,迷失在米兰的十字路口,奔跑在深夜的巴黎,写下成打的明信片,刻下时间的痕迹,却迷恋这样的忙忙碌碌,不去回忆那一夜阁楼窗台的星星.
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