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Her Courtesy With the old kindness, the old distinguished1 grace, She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair Propped2 upon pillows, rouge3 on the pallor of her face. She would not have us sad because she is lying there, And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter-lit, Her speech a wicked tale that we may vie with her, Matching our broken-hearted wit against her wit, 点击收听单词发音
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