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Слушать(AI)Fairy Bread
Come up here,
O dusty feet!
Here is fairy ready to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children ,you may
On the golden smell of
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet and travel writer
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