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Слушать(AI)My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight.
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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