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Слушать(AI)The sunshine seeks my little room
The sunshine seeks my little
To tell me Paris streets are gay;
That children cry the lily
All up and down the leafy way;
That half the town is mad with May,
With flame of flag and boom of bell:
For Carnival is King to-day;
So pen and page, awhile farewell.
Robert W Service
Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a British-Canadian poet and writer, often called "the Bard of the Yukon".
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