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标签:杂谈 |
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标签:杂谈 |
I dreamed a dream in days gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, No song unsung, no wine untasted. But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame. He slept a summer by my side, He filled my days with endless wonder. |
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标签:杂谈 |
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标签:杂谈 |