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Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk---the spires whose bases are lost in the

dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city

in the light.

在薄暮的朦胧中

万物皆现奇幻

——

尖塔的底座

迷失于黑暗

树木的尖端宛如墨痕。

我将于此

静待黎明的到来

长梦初醒

看光晕中

你的城市。