Текст оригинала на английском языке
Time of Roses
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no—the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
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