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Comments about Christina Ying
Every night I look at her,
She's very lonley I can tell
I wish I can fly to her,
with my imagination I close my eyes,
reach out my arms and pretend I'm soaring throught the sky.
The wind dashes through my hair,
Stars zoom pass me,
and finally I reach to my friend the Moon.