La Belle Dame sans Merci
O what can ail thee ,knight at arms
Alone and palely loitering
The sedge has wither'd from the lake
And no birds sing
O what can ail thee ,knight at arms
So haggard and so woe-begone
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest's done
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and manna dew
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請在聽見“嗶~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”一聲後，
開始慢慢留言，因為我寫字寫得比較慢...........~~><~~
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