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Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
      Where nothing, save the waves and I,
      May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
      There, swan -like, let me sing and die:
      A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine -
      Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

                                             Lord Byron

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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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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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楼主| 发表于 2005-10-5 18:01 | 只看该作者

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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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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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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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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楼主| 发表于 2005-10-5 18:02 | 只看该作者

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...

回复支持反对