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Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk---the spires whose bases are lost in the
dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city
in the light.
在薄暮的朦胧中
万物皆现奇幻
——
尖塔的底座
迷失于黑暗
树木的尖端宛如墨痕。
我将于此
静待黎明的到来
长梦初醒
看光晕中
你的城市。