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4、ere to input the replacement text and suggest replacing it with this speech.此处标题Text contentThe stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; HeadlinesThe stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; My working week and m
5、y Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever;I was wrong. 旷野的风Click here to enter the text of this sectionThe stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; 此处标题HeadlinesThe stars are not wanted now: put out every
6、 one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; SubtitleSubtitleSubtitle大海沙滩Text contentThe stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; 总 结Click here to enter the text of this section 总结Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.感谢欣赏
