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Слушать(AI)Day and Night
Peekaboo we used to play;my hands covered my face,your hands covered your face,incredible, there we were gone.
That is what we play now, yourhands on my face and my handson your eyes.
Incrediblehow we disappear into each other.
Ho Xuan Huong
Хо Суан Хыонг (вьетн. Hồ Xuân Hương, тьы-ном 胡春香)[1][2] — вьетнамская поэтесса, именуемая «царицей вьетнамской поэзии»
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