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She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted1 hours, Then sank as gaily2 as a Turn Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver fleece -- Her countenance3 as spray. 点击收听单词发音
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