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Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast. Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend Mild eyes of blessing1 wooing to my rest. So often hast thou come, and from my side So many hast thou lured2, I only bide3 Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine. Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare. Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare. 点击收听单词发音
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