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O what to me the little room
That was brimmed1 up with prayer and rest； He bade me out into the gloom， And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother‘s care， The house where I was safe and warm； The shadowy blossom2 of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm. O hiding hair and dewy eyes， I am no more with life and death， My heart upon his warm heart lies， My breath is mixed into his breath. 点击  收听单词发音
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