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THE RIOT
YOU may think my life is quiet. I find it full of change, An ever-varied diet, As piquant1 as 'tis strange. Wild thoughts are always flying, Like sparks across my brain, Now flashing out, now dying, To kindle2 soon again. Fine fancies set me thrilling, And subtle monsters creep Before my sight unwilling3: They even haunt my sleep. One broad, perpetual riot Enfolds me night and day. You think my life is quiet? You don't know what you say. 点击收听单词发音
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