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Aftermath - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Aftermath by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (pause) When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow And gather in the aftermath.
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Not the sweet, new grass with flowers Is this harvesting of ours; Not the upland clover bloom; But the rowen mixed with weeds, Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, Where the poppy drops its seeds In the silence and the gloom. (fade)
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