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Pletnev杯具了 |
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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind. |
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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind. |
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