Текст оригинала на английском языке Youth and June I was your lover long ago, sweet June, Ere life grew hard; I am your lover still, And follow gladly to the wondrous tune You pipe on golden reeds to vale and hill. I am your lover still; to me you seem To hold the fragrance of the joys long dead, The brightness and the beauty of the dream We dreamed in youth, to hold the tears we shed, The laughter of our lips, the faith that lies Back in that season dear to every heart, Life's springtime, when God's earth and God's blue skies Are, measured by our glance, not far apart. |
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