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The sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
大海对着月亮袒露她的胸怀;风会时时怒吼，现在像沉睡的花朵一样被风卷起;为了这个，为了一切，我们都走调了;它没有感动我们。
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