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Слушать(AI)O Cool Is the Valley Now
O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where Love did sometime go.
And hear you not the thrushes calling,
Calling us away?
O cool and pleasant is the valley And there, love, will we stay.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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