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Will it always be like this until I am dead, Every spring must I bear it all again With the first red haze2 of the budding maple3 boughs4, And the first sweet-smelling rain? Oh I am like a rock in the rising river Where the flooded water breaks with a low call —— Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters And cannot answer at all. 点击收听单词发音
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