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发帖数: 731 | 1 A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonhie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear.
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fair thee well, my only luve!
And fare t |
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