这个时候</SPAN>  </SPAN></SPAN>正是秋天</SPAN></SPAN>
那一片叶子</SPAN></SPAN>
似乎要把记忆</SPAN></SPAN>
藏在心里</SPAN></SPAN>
露珠依然清新</SPAN></SPAN>
更像一颗悲剧的音符</SPAN></SPAN>
 </SPAN>
我知道什么是</SPAN></SPAN>
最远和最近的</SPAN></SPAN>
却看不到</SPAN></SPAN>
那一片叶子</SPAN></SPAN>
最后的死亡之吻下</SPAN></SPAN>
灵魂的颤泣</SPAN></SPAN>
 </SPAN>
一定还有另一片相同的叶子</SPAN></SPAN>
只不过</SPAN></SPAN>
他们还没有相逢</SPAN></SPAN>
风的叹息离开额头</SPAN></SPAN>
在有雨的夜晚</SPAN></SPAN>
响彻午夜的睡眠</SPAN></SPAN>
 </SPAN>
有人采集她作标本</SPAN></SPAN>
夹在尘封的册页</SPAN></SPAN>
寂寞的是流年</SPAN></SPAN>
我更看到</SPAN></SPAN>
她站在云的上端</SPAN></SPAN>
焚烧在深蓝的天</SPAN></SPAN>
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