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Слушать(AI)Lightly Come or Lightly Go
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly — - ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below At the hour of evenstar Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed When the heart is heaviest.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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