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![]() Absence is a short kind of sweetness When you have gone away.No flowers more,methinks,will be-No maple leaves in all the world-Till you come back to me . I can neither Eat nor Sleep for thinking of You my dearest love,I never touch even Pudding. (Horatio Nelson<1758-1805>) The moon hath sunk and the Pleiades And midnight is gone,And the hour is passing,passing,And I lie alone. (Sappho) ---1998.2.14《这些年来》
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