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Слушать(AI)I So Liked Spring
I so liked Spring last year Because you were here;- The thrushes too-Because it was these you so liked to hear- I so liked you. This year's a different thing,- I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply spring As the thrushes do.
Charlotte Mary Mew
Charlotte Mary Mew (15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928) was an English poet whose work spans the eras of Victorian poetry and Modernism.
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