Blow, Wind, Blow
Blow, wind, blow! And go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
Blow, wind, blow! And go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
1 comment:
幸福是人人都要，又怎麼可能都歸你所有？要知道這世界幸福本來就不多........................................
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