...in every hedgerow, on... «The Merry-Go-Round»
Rusalka_russe3 марта 2014...in every hedgerow, on every tree, the birds sang with infinite variety, singing the joy of life and the beauty of the rain and the glorious sunshine. They told her one and all that the world was young and beautiful, but the time of man so short that every hour of it must be lived as though it were the last.
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