Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Silent Is the House

Come, the wind may never again
Blow as now it blows for us;
And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us;
And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine! 

1. Well Hast Thou Spoke
2. The Elder's Rebuke
3. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
4. The Philosopher
5. Self-Interrogation

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