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what torture 1 within a single thought when grown too constant, and however kind, however welcome still, the weary mind aches with its presence. dull remembrance taught remembers on unceasingly; unsought the old delight is with us but to find that all 2 joy is pain refined, become a habit, and we struggle, caught. you lie upon my heart as on a nest, folded in peace, for you can never know how crushed i am with having you at rest heavy upon my life. i love you so you 3 my freedom from its rightful quest. in mercy lift your 4 wings and go. 点击收听单词发音
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