when you are old(原文) and nooding by the fire,teke down this book and slowly read,and dream of the soft book how many loved your monments of glad grace and love your beauty with love false or ture but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face and beding down beside the glowing bars murmur,a little sadly,how love flied and paced upon the mountains overhead and hid his face amid a crowd of stars 垂下頭來,,在紅光閃耀的爐子旁, |
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