Upontheguillotine...aherinewheel...

        转为嘶哑低Y，混着肋骨摩擦声：

        “谁偷走...孩童的...名字？

        “Whostole...thechildren’s...names?”

        是我们，骸骨说，

        “ItwasUs,”rattledtheBones，

        用刻蹄者的金刃...剜下...

        “WiththeHoofedOne’sgoldenbde...wecarved...

        把摇篮刻成...墓碑...

        Turningcradles...intotombstones...

        等晨曦...吞噬...永夜。”

        TowaittillDawnlight...devours...theNight.”

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