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Слушать(AI)Last Dawn
Your hair is lost in the forest,your feet touching mine.
Asleep you are bigger than the night,but your dream fits within this room.
How much we are who are so little!
Outside a taxi passeswith its load of ghosts.
The river that runs by is alwaysrunning back.
Will tomorrow be another day?
Octavio Paz
Octavio Paz Lozano (March 31, 1914 – April 19, 1998) was a Mexican poet and diplomat. For his body of work, he was awarded the 1981 Miguel de Ce
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