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
4 Y+ {/ o; C3 e　　He came to me
　　In a whisky-blue dream
　　In midtown Manhattan.
　　He wasn't angry anymore.
/ D' Z+ V8 o) g- A　　He seemed happy to find
/ q8 w2 f2 W+ }/ m+ T# ^7 W　　Me again， my old self.
* [; x, i' a& \# p　　Picking up his ghost guitar，
　　He played me a new song.
+ s2 F6 d6 X" P/ c: u　　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.
　　In some undeserved way， I felt
8 Y0 E7 f' O/ Z' p　　As though he had forgiven me
# E. b3 i4 N) ]% e7 w  W　　For the hurtfulness of my words.
　　His kindness to me was more
8 x% [  b& h7 F　　Genuine than all of my love could
　　Ever have been toward him.
7 g/ ^0 [9 z0 k/ E: v) ~$ U4 H　　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
: @4 X5 D) `1 N  |& W8 {　　To wander out my sin in prayer——
　　The sleepless turmoil of my penance
& g  s6 F2 l6 @! H1 U/ ~　　Revealed and served.
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