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Слушать(AI)On a Request of Chloris
Переводы:
From a white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
A sprig her fair breast to adorn;
No, by heavens! I exclaimed, let me perish if ever
I plant in that bosom a thorn!
From a white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
A sprig her fair breast to adorn;
No, by heavens! I exclaimed, let me perish if ever
I plant in that bosom a thorn!

