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<正>From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin.No lady alive can show such a skin.Fm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,The foulest impressions I easily take.My parent and I produce one another,The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
