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Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley1 sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. The hour of the waning2 of love has beset3 us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, 点击收听单词发音
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