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I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped From the mosaic1 of life; its blues2 and grays, Its throbbing3 reds, I gave to earn your praise. To make a pavement for your feet I stripped My soul for you to walk upon, and slipped Beneath your steps to soften4 all your ways. But now my letters are like blossoms pale We strew5 upon a grave with hopeless tears. I ask no recompense, I shall not fail Although you do not heed6; the long, sad years Still pass, and still I scatter7 flowers frail, And whisper words of love which no one hears. 点击收听单词发音
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