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Еще одно мое на аглицком.
The summer days are sweet and warm
When autumn is to come to town
The air is still, the sun goes down
To rise again in clear cool morn
The trees' leaves are still of rich green
Like em'ralds in the sunshine bright
But twilight goes near, near
And cold and windy comes the night
Yet, both so close and so afar,
There is a universe complete
Are we ourselves a part of it
Or it's inside our very hearts?
Was it created by a man,
Or it had prompted then to him
Its own stories, tales of dens,
Towers of stone and mountains dim?