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Слушать(AI)Pity We Were A Good Invention
They amputated Your thighs from my waist.
For me they are always Surgeons.
All of them.
They dismantled us One from another.
For me they are engineers.
Pity,
We were a good and loving Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
Wings and all:
We soared a bit from the earth,
We flew a bit.
Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda Amichai (3 May 1924 – 22 September 2000) was an Israeli poet. Amichai is considered, both in Israel and internationally, as Israel's grea
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