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Lu Chen

Expressive beauty!
Jars of dreams overflowing
Secrets of heaven.

Alas, butterfly!
Thy wings have been stripped barren
Of color, of light!

Rise, fallen sparrow!
Spring's nectars are freshly brewed
To heal broken wings!

A single blossom
Flutters in the spring zephyr
And basks in the sun.

Lulu, hold your head up high
though the rain might fall
you'll emerge a butterfly

Chen Lu, Who are you?
Time is over, All washed up
So quit already

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