Текст песни To the Western Wind - Robert Herrick
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is
Made rival with the air
To give Perenna's lip a kiss
And fan her wanton hair
Bring me but one, I'll promise thee
Instead of common showers
Thy wings shall be embalm'd by me
And all beset with flowers
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