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Слушать(AI)Rain in the Mountains
The Valley's full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning,
The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning.
The mist is hanging like a pall From many granite ledges,
And many a little waterfall Starts o’er the valley’s edges.
The sky is of a leaden grey, Save where the north is surly,
The driven daylight speeds away, And night comes o’er us early.
But, love, the rain will pass full soon, Far sooner than my sorrow,
And in a golden afternoon The sun may set to-morrow.
Henry Lawson
Henry Archibald Hertzberg Lawson (17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922)[1] was an Australian writer and bush poet. Along with his contemporary Banjo
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