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Слушать(AI)The Blossom
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.
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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