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我们是那遮掩了月亮的云,不停地奔跑、发光、颤动,将黑夜装饰得光彩缤纷,当夜幕遮闭,云朵永失踪迹。又像那被遗忘的琴,走了调的弦伴随阵阵风吹,奏起不同声响;在它衰老的身躯上的每次弹奏,音调总与过往相异。

——珀西·比希·雪莱《变》

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