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When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye -- When I con1 the people Lain so low, To be received as high -- When I believe the garden Mortal shall not see -- Pick by faith its blossom And avoid its Bee, I can spare this summer, unreluctantly. 点击收听单词发音
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