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Слушать(AI)To A Boy Whistling
The smiling face of a happy
With its enchanted
Is now unlocking in
My store of heartiest joy.
And my lost life again to-day,
In pleasant colors all aglow,
From rainbow tints, to pure white snow,
Is a panorama sliding away.
The whistled air of a simple
Eddies and whirls my thoughts around,
As fairy balloons of
Sail through the air of June.
O happy boy with untaught grace!
What is there in the world to
That can buy one hour of the life you
Or the trivial cause of your smiling face!
James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known a
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