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Слушать(AI)Never Again
Never again will I
And wring my
And beat my head against the
Me nolentem fata
When I have had enoughI will
And go unto my
And I will say to Him:
Father,
I have had enough.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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