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Слушать(AI)Nurses Song Experience
When the voices of children. are heard on the
And whisprings are in the dale:
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home my children. the sun is gone
And the dews of night
Your spring & your day. are wasted in
And your winter and night in disguise.
William Blake
William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake
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