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作曲 : Moore |
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As a sigh comes finally |
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At the end of a regret |
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Some things are just impossible |
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To forget |
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My affections and reflections |
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The many irons in a lasting burn |
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And each extracts its due |
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In its own turn |
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Our small measure, the old measure |
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Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
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May temper but can't change |
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What we deserve |
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I have read by my own dim light |
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And of these matters at hand |
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I recount to you |
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What truths i can |
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Our small measure, the old measure |
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Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
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May temper but can't change |
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What we deserve |
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I have read by my own dim light |
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And of these matters at hand |
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I recount to you |
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What truths i can |
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Our small measure, the old measure |
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Our muscle our mettle our nerve |
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May temper but can't change |
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What we deserve |
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