编辑:chaxungu时间:2022-10-13 02:42:18分类:英语诗歌
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
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