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yustas (16.06.2014 19:08)
, ``(; I, 2). , `Where the bee sucks`,
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Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them, - ding-dong bell.
yustas (16.06.2014 18:51)
. ``(; V, 1),
.

Where the bee sucks there suck I:
In a cow-slip`s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On a bat`s back I do fly
After summer merrily,
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
 
     
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