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Migu's Coffee Cafe Just by Xinhua's Book Shop Is a place I know well A place to be seen for the **** To loose yourself in a dream When you leave your native road Through the window I can see the faded yellow paint of the buildings. They are always darker in winter. They remind me of leaves falling on a cold Manchester Autumn morning. Full of parting  and lingering pain. Holding on to the last days of summer. Now I see your face In a nest broken by angry voices Too afraid to tread on the flowers I could not help you. A life at 22 always looks different at 52 even in Taiyuan. We once talked of babies and forever Now I focus on the pain The only thing that is real.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Although many people love me it is not the same.
Migu's Coffee Cafe Just by Xinhua's Book Shop Is a place I know well A place to be seen for the **** To loose yourself in a dream When you leave your native road Through the window I can see the faded yellow paint of the buildings. They are always darker in winter. They remind me of leaves falling on a cold Manchester Autumn morning. Full of parting  and lingering pain. Holding on to the last days of summer. Now I see your face In a nest broken by angry voices Too afraid to tread on the flowers I could not help you. A life at 22 always looks different at 52 even in Taiyuan. We once talked of babies and forever Now I focus on the pain The only thing that is real.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
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