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Слушать(AI)A Moment
The clouds had made a crimson
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going
In a stormy sky.
Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never
As if it had not been.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet who also wrote essays and reviews.
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