Текст оригинала на английском языке
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I have been to Hy-Brasail, And the Land of Youth have seen, Much laughter have I heard there, And birds amongst the green. Many have I met there, But no one ever old, Yet I have left Hy-Brasail Before my time was told. Love have I known, too, As I shall meet no more; Lost is the magic island, And I cannot find the shore. Since I have left Hy-Brasail, Age has encompassed me, She plucks me by the shoulder And will not let me be. Her face is grey and mournful, Her hand is hard and cold, Yet I have left Hy-Brasail Before my time was told.
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