精选英文小诗：My Sin

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　　If I know my angels，
　　I know what they would say
　　——Joe Henry
* d5 P: [% Y1 z5 ^! \' n　　He came to me
7 w: c. _' H2 z! C　　In a whisky-blue dream
  `4 H  U" k, o0 F) y　　In midtown Manhattan.
　　He wasn't angry anymore.
　　He seemed happy to find
: O2 J  K$ J. `　　Me again， my old self.
0 h& F" m2 O1 E% d' K　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
, j8 J& t& u2 P/ u3 E　　He played me a new song.
& b6 t1 d* q  L3 b) S/ v2 {　　He played it sweet and innocent.
　　As if he were the world's only child，
　　His whole future ahead，
　　No pain hidden in that past.
' m4 M$ G6 |# x4 o　　In some undeserved way， I felt
: C, y/ K9 @4 Z% E. b2 a2 l, D　　As though he had forgiven me
; k. B4 ]. G6 @+ }8 d; {& A, `! l# l　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
7 s2 J: p7 @4 p　　His kindness to me was more
5 Y( M: s3 O3 K7 k3 q, K5 j0 W　　Genuine than all of my love could
1 W6 B# b3 `+ e8 B) q6 U　　Ever have been toward him.
3 t( v; G. [$ U3 T0 @3 N　　In my dream， I found myself running
　　Back and forth in search of forgiveness，
　　In search of something greater.
　　But each time I was returned
: O! z7 m* \1 I6 F6 E5 p　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
　　Revealed and served.
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