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Слушать(AI)The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water
I
RD the old, old men say,"Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away."They had hands like claws, and their
Were twisted like the old
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,"All that's beautiful drifts
Like the waters."
William Butler Yeats
William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar
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