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Слушать(AI)Western Wind When Will Thou Blow
Western wind, when will thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ, if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!
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Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,
