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A road that leads to the heath That none ever hath Taken as his path. So much quirks, Thereafter stays Many quenchless souls. Laid undergloom, carrion many dogs and birds; There goes Thus the tristram. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 87.194.42.127