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Слушать(AI)Love Song--Heine
Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes,
And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen of my sighs.
If,
O child, thou lovest me, Take these flowerets fair and frail,
And my soul shall waft to thee Love songs of the nightingale.
Eugene Field
Eugene Field Sr. (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. He was
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