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发表于 2008-7-25 15:28:22
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偶记得以前在个帖子里看到过这个<when you are old>
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shawows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.
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发表于 2008-7-25 15:27:29
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