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                             谁在暮色苍凉的深秋歌唱寂寞

                             谁在晨露习习的破晓赤足行走

                             清浅的脚印何等凌乱

                             谁哭了 谁痛了

                             谁黯然了

                             梦中的形象却更多的是荒芜                             

                             不似想象，恣意放肆，为所欲为

                             想春天就绿意盎然

                                             想秋天就硕果累累

                             揣着一颗空虚的心

                             在寂寞的季节流浪

                             岁月戛然作响地在残垣上开裂

                             裂成在无数不规则的缝隙

                             谁能在这个伤口上欢快吟哦呢