精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
　　I know what they would say
0 ?1 n1 D9 l( C# q- o7 d  y　　——Joe Henry
　　He came to me
　　In a whisky-blue dream
1 }+ p) u6 Q; Q7 R: G$ b  p- T　　In midtown Manhattan.
  q% t. `. z; `8 }' M　　He wasn't angry anymore.
( d( h( v" M: |/ D　　He seemed happy to find
* h7 A. o1 n. Y3 l3 L' l7 H  k2 s5 E8 f　　Me again， my old self.
" c+ y" u+ ~% x3 G7 ]& m' f* j　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
6 U( X/ G) ~9 F  ^　　He played me a new song.
　　He played it sweet and innocent.
" E: Q- s) I3 H. J6 l　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
. _' E  k1 `8 F5 k  J　　No pain hidden in that past.
6 D& Q5 _$ V' K; F+ R! S' Z6 w　　In some undeserved way， I felt
　　As though he had forgiven me
　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
0 N0 K( S* E- y. }　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
: t  c% D; J: b6 i! Z" [4 V　　In my dream， I found myself running
. P& B; o7 t$ K9 j2 C* y　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
' Q) r4 _. Z  B; j+ j5 T$ ~　　But each time I was returned
' f5 D8 B- [) P4 d, ?1 o& [　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
. E8 B  B* ]) a. Y* c# l　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.
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