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给鹰妹

i envy not a wanton king
whose linens women's scents imbue
so scents they have, yet none a wing
his heaven thus no heaven true

i envy not zhuge the great
who seized and swept a mighty state
he kept his war for vaster land
but never touched a beauty's hand

my flying eagle's wings and breast
shine in her beauty, grace and brain
und' which i slide and soar in rain:
my body, soul and mind are blest

forbidden love is aged wine
in smell so sweet, in taste so fine

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• wow, look who's here? it's you, 不是ME？ -戏雨飞鹰- ♀ (106 bytes) () 10/30/2009 postreply 13:59:09

• 不是ME -monkeyfist- ♂ (106 bytes) () 10/30/2009 postreply 18:00:07