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You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland To set me aside from the mart. Red roses to crown me your lover, And I walked aureoled and apart. Enslaved and encircled, I bore it, Proud token of my gift to you. The petals1 waned2 paler, and shriveled, And dropped; and the thorns started through. Bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover, A diadem3 woven with rue4. 点击收听单词发音
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