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Слушать(AI)Ladybird! Ladybird!
Ladybird!
Ladybird!
Fly away home,
Night is approaching, and sunset is come:
Felt, but unseen, the damp dewdrops fall.
This is the close of a still summer day;
Ladybird!
Ladybird! haste! fly away!
Emily Jane Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no
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