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Слушать(AI)The Fruitfulness Of The Locust
Ye locusts, winged tribes, Gather in concord fine; Well your descendants may In numerous bright hosts shine! Ye locusts, winged tribes, Your wings in flight resound; Well your descendants may In endless lines be found! Ye locusts, winged tribes, Together cluster strong; Well your descendants may In swarms forever throng!
Confucius Confucius
Confucius (/kənˈfjuːʃəs/ kən-FEW-shəs; Chinese: 孔夫子; pinyin: Kǒng Fūzǐ, "Master Kǒng"; 551–479 BC)[1][2] was a Chinese philosopher and politicia
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