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Слушать(AI)Gold!
Gold!
Gold!
Gold!
Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and
Molten, graven, hammered and rolled,
Heavy to get and light to hold,
Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold,
Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled,
Spurned by young, but hung by
To the verge of a church yard mold;
Price of many a crime untold.
Gold!
Gold!
Gold!
Gold!
Good or bad a thousand fold! How widely it agencies vary,
To save - to ruin - to curse - to bless -As even its minted coins express :
Now stamped with the image of Queen Bess, And now of a bloody Mary.
Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Son
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