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作曲 : Foster Throw away my food And find a dish of stone Perhaps I would be fuller If I started at the bone. Blow away the leaves The reeds will cease to moan For they are but fetters Of the golden wooden tone! I have ate the rose, And now am served ****! Expect the sun to treasure dust As substitute for seed? But which will carve my stomach least And paint my lips the redder? The hammered shell or the underneath? I'm naught to know what's better! Oh, I have ate the rose And now am served **** Expect the sun to treasure dust As substitute for seed?
