精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
　　I know what they would say
, g! k! h# `' R. H, T　　——Joe Henry
  f$ S/ ~! u2 |7 t- t& G* R　　He came to me
　　In a whisky-blue dream
. G* `. Z8 W+ T9 \5 ]* d　　In midtown Manhattan.
- c3 S4 Z, W  F" t; p4 n: i1 X　　He wasn't angry anymore.
) \# K* m' \# ]( ^　　He seemed happy to find
7 \) u* ^8 n* Q: ~, ]　　Me again， my old self.
( C2 Y* O, h/ @　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
　　He played me a new song.
　　He played it sweet and innocent.
　　As if he were the world's only child，
6 Y2 d+ ~0 B% D! c5 g& I　　His whole future ahead，
　　No pain hidden in that past.
2 i/ k/ U! i  r2 A$ _! k, E# N　　In some undeserved way， I felt
9 o' R% T: B, s5 t! I* Z* a　　As though he had forgiven me
　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
, G& u2 H9 m/ d7 S  _" c6 ~: y) I　　Genuine than all of my love could
/ [' T4 N' I2 A! i/ |　　Ever have been toward him.
" ]- t+ V. i$ c% h+ Q　　In my dream， I found myself running
　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
* P- y: a) ?5 Z3 U　　In search of something greater.
　　But each time I was returned
2 R; i( D! E+ {  b2 E　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
$ H+ C, x2 v, P" Z* m　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.
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