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Слушать(AI)She moved through the Fair
My young love said to me,"My mother won't
And my father won't slight
For your lack of kind."And she stepped away from
And this she did say:"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."As she stepped away from
And she moved through the
And fondly I watched
Move here and move
And then she turned
With one star
Like the swan in the
Moves over the lake.
The people were saying,
No two e'er were
But one had a
That never was
And I smiled as she
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the
That I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me,
My dead love came
So softly she
That her feet made no
As she laid her hand on
And this she did say"It will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day."
Padraic Colum
Padraic Colum (8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collecto
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