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Слушать(AI)Infant Joy
"I have no name;
I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am,
Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake
William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake
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