介绍:
I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not, my wath did grow
And I watered it in fears
night and morning with my tears
and I sunned it with smiles
and with soft deceitful wiles
and it grow both day and night
till it born an apple bright,
and my foe beheld it shine
and he knew tha it was mine
and into my garden stole
when then night had veiled the pole
in the moring glad i see
my foe outstreched beneath the tree.
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