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It was many and many a year ago,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
She was a child and I was a child,
But we loved with a love that was more than love,
With a love that winged seraphs of Heaven
And this was the reason that, long ago,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
So that her highborn kinsmen came
To shut her up in a sepulchre
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标签:杂谈 |
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标签:杂谈 |
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标签:杂谈 |
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标签:杂谈 |
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