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Слушать(AI)I heard a bird at dawn
I heard a bird at dawn Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn, And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me.
I didn't listen to him, For he didn't sing to me That the dew was on the lawn And the wind was on the lea;
I was singing at the time Just as prettily as he.
I was singing all the time, Just a prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn And the wind upon the lea;
So I didn't listen to him As he sang upon a tree.
James Stephens
James Stephens (9 February 1880[1] – 26 December 1950) was an Irish novelist and poet.
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