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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:01.06]The force that through the
[00:02.06]Green fuse drives the flower
[00:04.09]Drives my green age;
[00:06.53]That blasts the roots of trees
[00:08.33]Is my destroyer
[00:10.11]And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
[00:12.67]My youth is bent by the same wintry fever
[00:17.55]The force that drives the water through the rocks
[00:20.05]Drives my red blood;
[00:21.95]That dries the mouthing streams
[00:24.23]Turns mine to wax
[00:26.38]And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
[00:29.32]How at the mountain
[00:30.41]Spring the same mouth sucks
[00:33.99]The hand that whirls the water in the pool
[00:36.26]Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
[00:39.25]Hauls my shroud sail
[00:42.21]And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
[00:44.85]How of my clay is made the hangman's lime
[00:49.75]The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
[00:53.93]Love drips and gathers but the fallen blood
[00:57.28]Shall calm her sores
[00:59.79]And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
[01:02.15]How time has ticked a heaven round the stars
[01:07.06]And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
[01:11.02]How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm
