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The Blind
The birds are all a-building,They say the world's a-flower, And still I linger lonelyWithin a barren bower1. I weave a web of fanciesOf tears and darkness spun2. How shall I sing of sunlightWho never saw the sun? I hear the pipes a-blowing,But yet I may not dance, I know that Love is passing,I cannot catch his glance. And if his voice should call meAnd I with groping dim Should reach his place of callingAnd stretch my arms to him, The wind would blow between my handsFor Joy that I shall miss, The rain would fall upon my mouthThat his will never kiss. 点击收听单词发音
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