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Слушать(AI)To My Fairy Fancies
AY, no longer I may hold you,
In my spirit's soft caresses,
Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles of my tresses.
Fairy fancies, fly away To the white cloud-wildernesses,
Fly away!
Nay, no longer ye may linger With your laughter-lighted faces,
Now I am a thought-worn singer In life's high and lonely places.
Fairy fancies, fly away,
To bright wind-inwoven spaces,
Fly away!
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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