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X. "How still the bells in steeples stand"
ОглавлениеHow still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
How still the bells in steeples stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
