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Слушать(AI)Lady Love
She is standing on my
And her hair is in my
She has the color of my
She has the body of my
In my shade she is
As a stone against the
She will never close her
And she does not let me
And her dreams in the bright
Make the suns
And me laugh cry and
Speak when I have nothing to say
Paul Eluard
Paul Éluard, born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel; 14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952), was a French poet and one of the founders of the Surrealist m
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