Robert Laurence Binyon (Роберт Лоренс Биньон)

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I am here, and you;
The sun blesses us through
Leaves made of light.
The air is in your hair;
You hold a flower.

O worlds, that roll through night,
O Time, O terrible year,
Where surges of fury and fear
Rave, to us you gave
This island--hour. 

1. Beautifully Dies the Year
2. O World, Be Nobler
3. Go Now, Love
4. Koya San
5. One Year Old

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