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Слушать(AI)The Old Times Were The Best
Friends, my heart is half
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,
There's a ghostly music
Still the heart of every
And a voiceless chorus
That the Old Times were the best.
All about is bright and
With the sound of song and jest,
Yet a feeling's ever
That the Old Times were the best.
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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