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原文:
The air you breathe encroaches
The throat I know the neck
Wind is my enemy your hair shant stir
Under his strong impulsive kiss
The rainbow's foot is not more apt
To have the centaur lover
So steal her not O goat-legged wind
But leave but still adore
For if the gods would love
They'd see with eyes like mine
But should not touch like I
Your sweet inducive thighs
And raven hair |