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White Fog Heaven-invading hills are drowned In wide moving waves of mist, Phlox before my door are wound In dripping wreaths of amethyst1. Ten feet away the solid earth Changes into melting cloud, There is a hush2 of pain and mirth, No bird has heart to speak aloud. Here in a world without a sky, Without the ground, without the sea, The one unchanging thing is I, Myself remains3 to comfort me. 点击收听单词发音
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