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| Robert Hutinski - Lights |
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree (À̴ϽºÇÁ¸® È£¼ö ¼¶)
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there of clay and wattles made Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there
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For peace comes dropping slow Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings There midnight's all a glimmer And noon a purple glow And evening full of the linnet's wings.
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I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey I hear it in the deep heart's core.
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