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Where I have lost, I softer tread -- I sow sweet flower from garden bed -- I pause above that vanished head And mourn. Whom I have lost, I pious1 guard From accent harsh, or ruthless word -- Feeling as if their pillow heard, Though stone! When I have lost, you'll know by this -- A Bonnet2 black -- A dusk surplice -- A little tremor3 in my voice Like this! Why, I have lost, the people know Who dressed in flocks of purest snow Went home a century ago Next Bliss4! 点击  收听单词发音
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