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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
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所有不安，厌恶。
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所有不安，厌恶。
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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
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所有不安，厌恶。
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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
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在写下东西的时候，感到越来越恐惧。这是可以理解的。每一个字，在精灵的手里翻转——这种手的翻转是它独特的运动——变成了矛，反过来又刺向说话的人。像这样的一种短评完全是特殊的，而且如此永无止境。安慰也许只是：不管你想或是不想，这发生了。而你想的是什么，只是看不出游多少帮助。比安慰更多的是：你也有武器。
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