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Слушать(AI)The Absence
I speak to you across citiesI speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come
My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of
Cities wrapped in our
Cities come early cities come
Cities strong and cities
Plundered of their master's
All their thinkers all their ghosts Fields pattern of
Bright living
The harvest of the sky over our
Feeds my voice I dream and weepI laugh and dream among the
Among the clusters of the sun And over my body your body
The sheet of its bright mirror.
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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