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Leigh Hunt (1784-1859)

RONDEAU.

Jenny kissed me when we met,
   Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
   Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
   Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
   Jenny kissed me.

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Ага, я тоже его в прошлом уже постил раз или два, оказалось...