一句话

                有一句话­

                在心里翻腾了千万遍­

                正要对你讲时­

                风吹来了­

                你没有听见­

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                千里平沙之外­

                烟笼寒水之中­

                那一句话始终犹犹豫豫­

                朦朦胧胧  至今还在­

                还在一条落花满径的小路上­

                徘徊­

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                月儿钩起夜幕上来­

                西风起了眼泪干了洒了也凉了­

                那一句话斜椅雕栏­

                千百回回首­

                却始终无法说出­

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                最后灯火阑姗了­

                就只有远远的望着­

                你独自远行­

                再也没有回暮­