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Слушать(AI)The Secret
oI loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long,
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger
Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret
The being of thy name.
And all the charms of face or
Which I in others
Are but the recollected
Of what I felt for thee.o
John Clare
John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English cou
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