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Слушать(AI)Cradle Song
From groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew A little lovely dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-flies Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole For you I stole A little lovely dream.
Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light The stars around you gleam;
On you I press With soft caress A little lovely dream.
Sarojini Naidu
Sarojini Chattopadhyay Naidu (13 February 1879 – 2 March 1949) was an Indian political activist and poet. A proponent of civil rights, women's e
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