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Nov 2017
The wind blows gently.
The leaves fall slowly.
Why don't you sit here
And have a little tea?

Sips your cup, and enjoy
Nature's small little toy.
With all the winds and leaves
Sliding against our sleeves.

Let's just sit back and relax.
As our peaceful tea time lasts.
And wish such lovely moments
Never ends until the sky turns to crescent.
No British tea~
Vanidy
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Vanidy
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