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Слушать(AI)The Gentle Traveller
Through many a land your journey ran, And showed the best the world can boast:
Now tell me, traveller, if you can, The place that pleased you most." She laid her hands upon my breast, And murmured gently in my ear, "The place I loved and liked the best Was in your arms, my dear!"
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, diplomat, and clergyman.
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