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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
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[01:08.24]She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
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[01:59.98]The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]And she is not afraid of their footfall.
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[02:48.14]They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.