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Anna answered arms asked Aunt Margret baby beautiful began better breath brother called carried child Christian Christiansson coming cried dark dead dear death don't door early Elin everything eyes face Factor father feel felt followed friends girl give gone Governor hand happened happy hard head hear heard heart Helga hour Iceland keep kissed knew laughed leave light listened live looked Magnus marry mean moment morning mother never night once Oscar passed perhaps played poor remember returned round seemed seen Sheriff side silence sleep smile snow soon soul speak standing step Stephenson stood sure sweet taken talk tell thing Thora thought told took trying turned voice waiting walked whispered wish young
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Страница 6 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within the cup, And I'll not ask for wine...
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Страница 122 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!