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    If you have had the eye of a camera, you would have seen beauty in everything, how bad the picture maybe. Even if the sun rises in the west, you enjoy the beauty of the sunrise, not thinking about the breakdown of the universal rule. When I sit by the window of the train, the wind moving between my tresses, my eyes closing when they rush to touch me slowly. You should look at the beauty. You can't ask the ugly creature that the god has made me to change over night. You film me better. In your vision, in your perspective, in your heart.

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    The Camera.