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Слушать(AI)Some One
Some one came
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking;
I'm sure-sure-sure;
I listened,
I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a
In the still dark night;
Only the busy
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the
The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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