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Слушать(AI)The Sun Has Set
The sun has set, and the long grass now Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone In some warm nook a couch to find.
In all the lonely landscape round I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that far away Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.
Emily Jane Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no
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