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Слушать(AI)O It Was Out by Donnycarney
O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said to me.
Along with us the summer wind Went murmuring — - O, happily! — - But softer than the breath of summer Was the kiss she gave to me.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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