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The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze

author:Sanshun Shun

The iris opened

Its fragrance wafts from the ends of the hair

On your chest

I am one

A singing irise

You breathe

The breeze blows me

In one piece

Under the clanging gaze

The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze
The iris has bloomed its hair, and its fragrance floats on the ends, on your chest, I am a singing iris, and the breeze of your breath blows, and I am under a clanging gaze

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