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ì §@ ªÌ¡G Robert Frost ì ¸Ö ÃD¡G
The Hill Wife ¢w¢w¢wLONELINESS ( HER WORD)
One ought not to have to care So much as you and
I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say
good-bye;
Or care so much when they come back With
whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much Too glad for the
one thing
As we are too sad for the other here¢w¢w With
birds that fill their breasts But with each other and themselves And
their built or driven nests.
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