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Everynight i fly around the campus on my roller, feeling everything flys and changes, but not me.
Here i become a fairy in the dark night. But it's quiet, only the wheels whisper as well as somebody might talking to me, i can't hear them.
Mildness was taken away by spring, summer's insects has brought hot-air. It's time to dance, but i'm tired. "it shouldn't be so." i wanna say, but hope nobody will hear it.
Butterfly has its own dream, he is trying hard.
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