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Слушать(AI)Strings in the Earth and Air
Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where The willows meet.
There's music along the river For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying Upon an instrument.
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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