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Cool summer night in London, I woke up, and wrote to you

I could walk on the street, naked, thinking of you

You say, don't be naked, it's cold there

Then I saw a fox, crossing the street

Disappeared into woods in central London

I wonder, if it is just lust, like summer haze

You are fading away, but still

I see you sitting on a bench at Parnassus

I hear you talking inside Moffitt

I feel you touching my body with your mind

But I've never dreamed of you

I just wake up, and write to you

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• 谢谢，这个最贴近原创。 -小谋- ♀ (74 bytes) () 07/17/2013 postreply 21:04:43