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(2007-08-22 11:35:48)
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in the
silver morning hollow
trembling and getting old
smelling burnt oil of heaven
about ten years, too big to hold
she don’t get up when I come into the room
she don’t run through the fields anymore
built a fire in the kitchen
made her bed by a stove
took a walk to the graveyard
but she didn’t want to go
she don’t worry all them murders of crows
even though they was always out of reach
she don’t get up when I come into the room
she don’t run through the fields anymore
trembling and getting old
smelling burnt oil of heaven
about ten years, too big to hold
she don’t get up when I come into the room
she don’t run through the fields anymore
built a fire in the kitchen
made her bed by a stove
took a walk to the graveyard
but she didn’t want to go
she don’t worry all them murders of crows
even though they was always out of reach
she don’t get up when I come into the room
she don’t run through the fields anymore
在明亮而空寂的早晨
颤抖着慢慢老去
依稀闻到天堂里灯油的味道
快十年了，却依然不能自已
我走进房间的时候，她没有醒来
她已不能越过那小小的栖身之地
在厨房里生起火
让她睡在熊熊的炉边
墓地里徘徊再三
她一定是不忍离开
她全然不担心那些乌鸦的虎视眈眈
尽管她也毫无办法
当我走进房间，她已不再醒来
她已不能再在田野里奔跑
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