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Слушать(AI)If All the Skies
If all the skies were sunshine,
Our faces would be
To feel once more upon
The cooling splash of rain.
If all the world were music,
Our hearts would often
For one sweet strain of silence,
To break the endless song.
If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary
In the quiet arms of grief.
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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