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越過奇妙大海 飛遍嚴寒田地 可它不要我面包屑 哪怕饑餓至極。ve heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest Sea。 Unit 17 Great women Hope HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard。 And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I39。 Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of Me. 希望