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I wis, in all the Senate, There was no heart so bold, But sore it ached, and fast it beat, When that ill news was told. Forthwith up rose the Consul1, Up rose the Fathers all; In haste they girded up their gowns, And hied them to the wall. 点击收听单词发音
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