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Слушать(AI)The Wind of Mourne
The wind of Mourne comes over the hill,
Over the hill with a trill of song,
And the word of the wind sets my heart athrill,--
"Though life is brief, yet love is long!"
I seek my sweet where the roses stir,
And the stars overhead are a marching throng,
And this is the tale that I tell to her,--
"Though life is brief, yet love is long!"
