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текст песни (слова) "Dirge in woods"
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead; They are quiet, as under the sea. Overhead, overhead Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, Even so. Lyrics: George Meredith - (1828-1909), Dirge in woods, from Fortnightly Review - (August 1870)