Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe b
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兜爷
2024-10-24 02:32
本本的梦幻花园
2024-10-23 11:55
且等闲
2024-10-24 08:45
白歌
2024-10-23 03:02
好吧好吧
2024-10-23 12:18