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Слушать(AI)Even Such Is Time
Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust,
Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days,
And from which earth, and grave, and dust The Lord will raise me up,
I trust.
Sir Walter Raleigh
Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552 (or 1554) – 29 October 1618), also spelled Ralegh, was an English landed gentleman, writer, poet, soldier, politicia
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