chapter13狮驼（第5页）

have。

What

you

have

may

not

be

yours，

to

keep。

If

I

could

find

love，

at

a

stop，

in

a

park

with

open

arms，

I

would

save

all

my

love，

in

a

jar，

made

of

sparks，

sealed

in

my

beating