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I thought
So I I Butterfly
Years after the signature flower
No dream through the clouds without Peter
I shook Pleasant betting wing
That allows you satisfied!

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs thi mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruin'd tower.
The moonshine,stealing o'er the scene,
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!
She lean'd against the armed man,
The statue of the armed Knight;
SHe stood and listen'd to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.

世界上最遥远的距离

The furthest distance in the world

Is not between life and death

But when I stand in front of you