On Friends and Foes（二）
分类: 英语诗歌
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Anger and wrath my bosom rends：
I thought them the errors of friends.
But all my limbs with warmth glow：
I find them the errors of the foe.
Anger and wrath my bosom rends：
I thought them the errors of friends.
But all my limbs with warmth glow：
I find them the errors of the foe.