Oseti san od honeybee
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Осети сан од honeybee
She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale
Pre 6 godine/godina
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