精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
4 H6 m! w7 z' O! o　　I know what they would say
　　——Joe Henry
! g8 ]3 F' W7 F. g$ ?8 x0 ^　　He came to me
　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
+ g, T- }3 X# q9 Z: a! J2 q1 }' s　　He wasn't angry anymore.
+ H- b; \1 z! W; i3 }　　He seemed happy to find
　　Me again， my old self.
　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
　　He played me a new song.
  @7 N7 g7 W3 x5 [7 C% B! U) {　　He played it sweet and innocent.
' ~3 B4 V: K. i" w; ~' l　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
　　No pain hidden in that past.
3 }7 G+ \4 }: g! @9 ]2 l1 @　　In some undeserved way， I felt
　　As though he had forgiven me
! S0 Q5 }$ ]- V& W0 m　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
0 b. J+ C& c' m2 S　　His kindness to me was more
' t+ R; T" }% [1 V1 R: J  C　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
+ I2 |# X) W$ R" L) D8 n- J% v  ~- k　　In my dream， I found myself running
' @/ ?$ Q7 Y4 W! z4 o2 T# W6 A　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
( g2 i' p, ~: ?& l3 F7 A　　But each time I was returned
" r# d) R4 A7 U　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
6 o! R( f9 A. H( @3 z( D0 p　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
8 X9 _2 \$ e/ l* {6 @1 p/ o' X　　Revealed and served.

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