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The piano scale is still Chopin I fell in love with.
Where are the people who retell the splendid summer flowers day and night?
Rise to the piano scale and you will see Chopin.
In his short life, he has been surrounded by nocturnes.
He has always been confined to the scale, and those little sorrows are so firm.
Where are the people who repeat their love and thoughts day and night?
The road from Warsaw to Paris was shrouded in fog.
George sand took Chopin to the southernmost tip of Balearic Islands.
In the castle where they live together or love each other, waves roll every day.
Where are the people who retell compassion and sing for life?
Climb the piano steps and you will see Chopin.
He walked on the waves, his fingers as charming as the dark night sky.
Bright as black, wandering outside as black.
Where is the person who retells the melancholy of love and the ethereal life for me?
Walking up the piano steps, I will fall in love with the dead Chopin.
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Midnight life of black elk
In the dark cage, the black elk finally closed its eyes.
Next to the stream began to play music, those singing lips.
The glittering straw replaced the long flute inserted into the starry sky.
The body smelled of black elk fur.
The midnight life of the black elk begins with the tentacles of four hooves.
Stretch out from the dark wilderness
At the moment, its tentacles are so warm. ...