John Vance Cheney (Джон Ванс Чини)

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DAYS that come and go,
It is not worth the while;
Only one dawn I know,
The morning of her smile.
 
Nights that come and go,
In vain your shadow lies;
Only love's dusk I know,
The evening of her eyes.

1. Somewhere
2. Wherever a Green Blade Looks up
3. The Parting of Ilmar and Haadin
4. At a Grave
5. Every One to His Own Way

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