※ 引述《YAYA6655 (YAYA)》之铭言：
: 标题: [讨论] 韩国瑜太扯了吧
: 时间: Wed Nov 21 21:49:38 2018
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: 第一次看到候选人扫街，整条街一半的人跑出来。
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: 太扯了吧，我记得以前阿扁跟马英九都没这么扯阿。
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: 这次的寒流现象，真的是前无古人后无来者，难怪柯P说他也看不懂，必须要选后
: 再来慢慢消化。
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: 太扯了，半年前默默无闻的卖菜郎，到现在一出现万头钻动。
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: 这样还选不上，天真的就塌下来了吧。
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWg5PJN1Qvc
Once there were trees full of birds,
Meadowlands vibrant with flowers;
Carefree the songs our children once sang
Gilding our minutes and hours.
Clouds came and covered the sun,
The breath of a baleful unease
Turning to ashes flowers in the fields,
Silenced the birds in their trees.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
Imprisoned in twisting spells -
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves？
Strive till the phantoms are broken,
Fight till the battle is done;
The squadrons of night can't conquer the day,
Nor shadows extinguish the sun.
Stories of danger, fearless attack,
Spectres of plague and pain.
All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;
And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
For tho the storms are over and past,
Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last
Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn,
Here to mourn.
The night has left us crippled with grief
As we strive to keep alive our belief,
But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit,
Imprisoned in twisting spells -
Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams
That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves？
Stories of danger, fearless attack,
Spectres of plague and pain.
All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back;
Have we been fighting in vain？ Fighting in vain？
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