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ʫϹȷʵҹͬ˺ͼôȣûоǷ۲˵ʥѧд̣˼֪˵ʲô̸֮ߵ͵⡣Ժ200֣ͻᡰߡxw⡰ߡñôãʲôǸߣ:)
Լ⡣⣬һ߱ⲻã׳ᣬٿߡ
ˡô˭xwпתҲһѧһѧоܲһ
װġӢʫˣһWilliam Blakeһ
John KeatsԼҰɡ
治֪λʫˣִʫе㡣Ҳ
ᳳġ˵СϷգջӵġ㹫
е㲻Щ裬õġ
Ҿݲλʲʫ鷳ˡһ˹֪
My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer,
And neist my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine.
She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
The warld's wrack, we share o't,
The warstle and the the care o't;
Wi' her I'lll blythely bear it,
And think my lot divine.
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