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Слушать(AI)Counting The Beats
You, love, and I,(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and
What care you or I ?
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day,
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one
From a bitter sky.
Where shall we be,(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home,
O where then shall we
Who were you and I ?
Not there but here,(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Robert von Ranke Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985) was a British poet, historical novelist, critic, and classicist. His father was Alfred
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