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发信人: marco_0708(闭上眼睛讲再见) 整理人: lirongfeng1108(2004-07-31 15:55:48), 站内信件 |
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特等奖 0注 每注奖金 0元 一等奖 13注 每注奖金 60595元 二等奖 251注 每注奖金 2092元 15981注 每注奖金 29元 2936注 每注奖金 103元 1763注 每注奖金 160元 ---- Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes cricle moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North,my South,my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon,my midnight,mu talk,my song; I thought that love vould last forever:I was wrong. The atars are not wanted now;put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ovean and sweep up the wood; For mothing now can ever vome to any good. W.H.Auden(1907-1973) 
海湾对面的哈瓦那--Wim Wenders Marco电影日记 |
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