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                             雨静静下                                   

                             一切都是              

                             那么的朦胧。                                    

                             树轻轻的摇          

                             一切都是           

                             那么的轻柔。                           

                             心微微的跳           

                             一切还是             

                             那么的清晰。          

                             曾经的记忆          

                             难道真的              

                             不能忘记吗？                            

                             曾经的伤痛          

                             难道真的              

                             不能不痛吗？          

                             过去的疤痕          

                             难道真的              

                             不能抚平吗？                          

                             如今的我           

                             难道真的              

                             不曾长大吗？