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Слушать(AI)Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream Kale, like mermaid's hair points the water's drift.
All is morning hush and bird beautiful.
If only, I didn't have flu.
Spike Milligan
Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) was a British-Irish actor, comedian, writer, poet and playwright. The son o
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