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,veste g star
You say you are a farmer's son born in the northern wheat fields of sugar cane in the south to grow sweet spring flow through your heart you say you are a farmer's son who for many years Time flies honest honest smile etched in your accent from time to time the dreams you say you are a farmer's son of high-rise city you discard a mountain boy piccolo wheat have already gone you can not return to childhood grazing