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O tell me the truth about love. When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I’m picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or  tread in the bus on my toes?

告诉我关于爱的真相。它来的时候，会不会像我挖鼻子一样毫无预兆?它会在早晨敲我的门，还是会在公共汽车上踩到我的脚趾?

— W. H. Auden 奥登