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Слушать(AI)The Dream
O, if the world I make With these eyes be a dream And Love, that is life, but seem To choose a shade from a shade,
Then let me wake!
I have loved, not Love, but a pale,
Mortal woman, and made The whole world for her sake;
Let the sight of mine eyes fail.
And the whole world fade:
I have dreamed: let me wake!
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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