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I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked1 Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind: I became a rush that horses tread: I became a man, a hater of the wind, Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head May not lie on the breast nor his lips on the hair Of the woman that he loves, until he dies. O beast of the wilderness2, bird of the air, 点击收听单词发音
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