另外的那三位诗人目瞪口呆，眼里流露出的仇恨不含丝毫诗意。
poets
four poets around a borance of this in space like a cloud of birds in an enchanted forest.”
the second poet raised his head and said,“ing. and the melody holds my heart as the s, like the breath of a sleeping fairy, brushing against my fingers.”
then the fourth poet rose and lifted up the boht and of hearing and of touch. i cannot see the fragrance of this , nor feel the beating of its s. i perceive but the hts.”
and putting the bohast, and there was a thirsty yet unlyrical hatred in their eyes.
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