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拜伦之歌 |
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[color=red]Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene
The actors or spectators? [/color]
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他从未离开,因为
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I no longer have to do without now,
all colors are translated into sounds and smells. And they ring infinitely sweet like tones. why should I need a book? The wind leafs through the tree; and I know what passes there for words, and sometimes repeat them softly. And death, who plucks eye like flowers, doesn't find my eyes... |
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Tout ce qui est vrai est démontrable.
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Tout ce qui est vrai est démontrable.
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美妙啊
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