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The tender flower of youth
Frozen in time
Placed on stage
For all to adore.
Draped in crimson beauty,
With hair like the flowing sea,
He grasps the Holy Scripture,
Rested on waves of fiery gold
Touched by daisies.
Wisps of spring play at his back
While cool breezes of dusk drift in.
That face, pure as snow,
With eyes of piercing
divinity,
Probe the outside world,
Always asking; “Why pink?”
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青春娇嫩的花朵
冻结的时间
放在舞台上
让所有人爱慕。
披着深红的美丽，
头发如流动的大海，
他掌握了圣经，
在炽热的金色波浪之上
感动的雏菊。
在他背起缕缕春天
当黄昏的凉风飘进来。
那张脸，纯洁如雪，
带着穿透神的眼睛，
探索外面的世界，
总是问：“为什么粉红色？”
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