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My evening cameamong the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morningstars did not know. 我的晚色从陌生的树木中走来，它用我的晓星所不懂得的语言说话。

Night's darkness isa bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn. 夜之黑暗是一只口袋，迸出黎明的金光。

God's right hand isgentle, but terrible is his left hand. 神的右手是慈爱的，但是他的左手却可怕。

Our desire lendsthe colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours oflife.

The best does notcome alone. It comes with thecompany of the all. 最好的东西不是独来的， 它伴了所有的东西同来。