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Слушать(AI)The Conclusion
EN such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wander'd all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up,
I trust.
Sir Walter Raleigh
Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552 (or 1554) – 29 October 1618), also spelled Ralegh, was an English landed gentleman, writer, poet, soldier, politicia
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