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Слушать(AI)The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like
Small fists of
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms
Not convince me
The challenge.
The
And cold defeat live deep
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yetI keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr
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