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Слушать(AI)Symphony In Yellow
An omnibus across the
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to
And flutter from the temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr
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